Back in June, my husband and I decided to put our house on the market. We knew it was a seller’s market and figured the place would sell eventually, but we certainly didn’t expect it to go at the open house. Of course God laughed at us and, ha ha, suddenly we had to get out. Fast. It wasn’t too crazy because we’d already purchased a condo in Naples, Florida so we had someplace to go. To paradise. Well, we think it’s paradise.
We’ve been here about a month, and between the sunshine, the palm trees, the afternoon showers, and the sunsets – oh the sunsets! – glorious ribbons of every color imaginable strewn across the sky, all of it has captured my heart.
So I don’t understand why it’s racing. All day. And I can’t catch my breath or take one deep enough to stop it from pounding. When I’m on the phone, I can feel my heart hitting the accelerator, soaring into my throat, and swelling, blocking out all the air. I can hardly speak which, as far as my sons are concerned is a good thing, but when I’m on the phone for work it’s anything but. My voice comes out tight and squeaky and I have to fight through every sentence because it feels like I can’t get oxygen.
I’m exhausted from it.
And sweaty. Have I mentioned sweaty?
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