And so it hits me…

 

I’m scared.

I had this horrible nightmare a couple of nights ago where half of my teeth fell out, and as I held them in my mouth to try and save them, they crumbled.  Growing up with a superstitious Macedonian background, I’ve been told that this is one of the worst possible signs one could have.  Past anxiety issues have resurfaced, and I can’t shake this feeling of impending doom.

 

In 2 weeks and 4 days, I have a choice.  Live or die.

The reality is, I could die.  But if I don’t go through with it, I might never truly LIVE.

 

Danced with my kids in the kitchen today.  Watching them play in the garden as I type on this sunny day.  My gorgeous husband comes home from work tomorrow, and in just 3 sleeps, we go on our family holiday.

Just want to enjoy life and not let the fear take over…

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