Just to share with you all something very real that is going in my life. Last May, my husband Bill & I were served with foreclosure papers on our house. It was not a surprise. Next Tuesday we meet with a mediator to try to resolve this. Thankfully, Bill's oldest son has expressed that it will be a privilege to help us out. Without him, I would lose my house, and I am grateful to the bottom of my heart. But as with everything, there are complications. Bill & I tried to discuss some things last night and came up short because we really need some input from his son (who coincidentally will be in town next week on business). We didn't argue, but my questions and fears went unresolved. After a pretty good week with my back, it was worse this morning. Saw that one coming. So now I'm sitting here with my inner child, whom I call PJ (short for Patti Jr.), trying to find the right words to say to her to get my back at least to where it was yesterday. I know this is fear - I feel it.