To all my angels who watch over me, be with me today.
To the generations of spirits who walk the immortal path by my side, hold my hand through this.
The anticipation and unknown maybe my undoing.
I am facing this with every ounce of strength that my little body holds, encompassing all the bravery I have watched each one of you exhibit in the worst of times emanating from my soul.
I have spent a month keeping my brain and worry in check. Working overtime to create more space for the rational side to shine through with her checks and balances and spreadsheets and research.
Outward I am the portrait of positivity and calm, inside I am messy, and worried, and trying to not play worst case scenarios on a loop.
I had a front row seat to this in my twenties, and I’m not looking to revisit that trauma especially in the first person.
To my mom who battled this all, non stop for half a decade- be my strength.
To my uncle who faced everything facts first with wit and humor, be my rational joy.
To my grandpa who survived in a failing body for years and years with a mind sharp as knife, please be my wisdom.
If there is a way to reach between time and space may we find that magic today, so you can be with me. ♥️
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