The opposite is happening to a very dear friend of mine right now. Last week she sent me an email explaining that her current course of treatment is not working. She had an end of life discussion with her doctor. She said that was hard. She also said that she is not giving up. She and her family are searching for the next miracle that will give her more time and allow her to have quality in her life. She asked for my prayers. She wasn't sure if the next round of chemo will leave her able to communicate. Different people react differently.
So now I understand that all of this house-moving-anxiety ridden stuff is just something that will soon pass. It will either go smoothly or it won't. It will be alright. If my closing date gets moved it gets moved. This is not life or death. It isn't me counting down the hours, minutes, or moments of my life. This isn't me hoping for just one more sunrise. This isn't all that important in the big scheme of things. Yes, it's just crazy enough to make me question my sanity, but this would be a luxury to my friend. To have the ability to worry needlessly about life. To take a sunrise for granted. To just breathe knowing that there are many more to come.