I'm fairly stressy lately. Things are changing. I am fine during the day, but then I wake up in the middle of the night and immediately terror and panic charge towards my poor sleepy brain. Even if I fight them off and force my head to think of other things (if I were a crew member on Voyager, what would my job be, and would Chakotay and I end up dating?) enough panic gets in through the chinks to keep me awake for hours.
Jaw pain doesn't help. I'm going back to the dentist tomorrow to have my nightguard adjusted. My bite is uneven, hitting primarily on the right side, so I get more pressure there, and my teeth and jaws end up aching if I clench my teeth in my sleep, which apparently I do frequently. I guess it's a sign of being too stressed out that I want to punch everyone who tells me to relax.
Greg and I did have a really nice long Memorial Day weekend, and I relaxed, at least a little. We have friends who are moving to Georgia, and they had a going-away party on Sunday. Despite occasional rain showers courtesy of Beryl, it was a fun party, a celebration of our friends. Kids running around and splashing in the pool, adults making alcholic Butterbeer and grilling chicken wings and bacon-wrapped shrimp, lots of picture-taking and laughter and hugs. We've known this couple for a long time. Since before they were even a couple, much less married and with a son. It was a nice party and a fun day.
Then on Monday, Memorial day, I open up the laptop and pull up Facebook and the first thing I see there on my screen is my father's grave. My cousin in Virginia visited the family cemetery for Memorial day and she posted a photo for me. Despite how unexpected and kind of shocking that was (I may have cried a few tears, just for a minute) it was a very sweet thing for her to do. Mom said she'd like to see it, too, so I'll print it out and mail it to her.
Yesterday a pretty cool thing happened: We made the last payment on my car. What a good feeling! Plus, next month we will make the last payment on Greg's car. No more car payments at all! Boy, that'll make a huge difference in our monthly bills. It's a relief.
So overall my stress is manageable. Most of the time I'm fine, I am even hopeful about the future. I would say 94% of the time I am looking forward to the next phase of my life, and 6% of the time I am terror-stricken and panicky.
But I'm glad I have nice, thoughtful friends and family.