Waiting with Baited Breath

Everything has been building up to this week.

I feel like I'm counting on good news (which I try hard to avoid) and I am scared of how crushing the disappointment will be if things don't go my way.

There is a fork in the road ahead, there is absolutely no question about it. I will not be where I am today in six-eight months.

The question is, am I flying with or without a net?

God how I want to have a net this time. I've earned this net!

But, fortunately (or unfortunately) for me, I've never been one to stay miserable in any situation...net or not.

I wish you were here to ease my nerves and confirm my belief that either way, things will work out.