Chhhhhh changes

Change. Oh, how I know the word as of late. For those who do not yet know, Brian & I are moving on Saturday. We will be building a house using mainly alternative building methods for my father-in-law in Alabama. We, on what seems like now as somewhat of a whim, decided to move this Saturday, the 12th. I am a control freak. There. I said it. If I ever author a book, the title will most certainly be Conforming of My Will: Confessions of a Control Freak. Before I married Brian, I was OCD about being on time, having things completely spotless, planning and organizing things to the max, among other things. Over this last year and a half, I have come to understand that not everyone is pleased by my practices of stringent organization, to say the least; in fact, it drives Brian crazy and he constantly uses phrases like "tone it down" and "loosen up a bit, Jess." I tell you this to say that in these past few weeks of coming to understand that we are moving and having to pack up my home and feeling as though my life and home are both in complete disarray, I have really begun to get over my idea that one must plan everything out and have everything in its proper place in order for happiness to exist. I have learned that my heart had latched onto ideas that may have been good, but are not allowing me to be God's. It's been a ride, that is for sure. I am certain it will remain that way... Meanwhile, today was the first day of my last semester of college. I only have two courses: Spanish II and Oral Interpretation. Both will be bright spots in the days ahead, I hope. More to come later...