I’m not sure why there is so much anxiety surrounded by this day. It’s just another day, right?
But for me, I see more, I imagine more.
The number that accompanies this day of birth kind of scares me. Why?
I guess because it’s the start to a new year and also the end of something I’ve held on to for so long.
I always imagined my family and you would be here. Not just to visit, but to claim me as your’s…. FOREVER.
But all I can do is wait. I want to be optimistic, but it’s probably hopeless.
I’ll just wait to be reborn into a new way of life with or without my imagined ending.
Just my thoughts tonight.