Ever since I could remember, I met anxiety with feelings of nausea and the so-called "butterflies". I used to vomit before birthday parties and on the first day of school. I just couldn't handle all of the excitement. Well, true to form, a good 27 hours before my plane leaves for
Paris, I have a case of the stomach flips - - at the moment it's mixed with a hunger and is excruciatingly uncomfortable. I am making a pizza so that should cure one of the problems, but I know me... the butterflies will keep flapping in my tummy, most likely giving me a case of insomnia when I lay down tonight.
My friend Nicole, who's meeting me in Paris asked me to bring Peanut Butter for her. She says she misses it like crazy and it really made me think of all of the random comfort blankets here at home that I am going to miss!! Most of all, I'm worried about missing Ethan - the world's sweetest brother and most precious human being. This morning I crawled into bed with him and snuggled. I gave him hugs and kisses and tried to take mental pictures of his precious face to hold onto. Not seeing him everyday, or even every week is going to be a real challenge for me.
Pizza is ready. Better go take care of my famished stomach.
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