Yesterday I noticed that the tops of the maple trees in Chicago are just starting to tint orange. Fall is coming and I am truly not ready for it. My stomach is in knots and I wake up in a panic so alarming that I can rarely get back to sleep. I haven't figured out where I want to live or what I want to do with the next year, and it's all coming at me too quickly. But I'm making plans as best I can and moving forward the only way I know how, by just letting it happen. Somewhere in the grand scheme of things, I'll land on my feet.
Happy Beatles Sunday!