We leave in nine days.
I have some anxiety setting in. I have been running from my emotions since my mothers death. My time is almost entirely spent preoccupied. I’ve realized I will be forced to sit quietly with thoughts and feelings I have shoved down quite deeply.
I anticipate a moment at the grand canyon, perched at the edge of the abyss, if you will, where my mouth will stretch open and a scream will escape which might shatter the space time continuum.
I’ll let you all know in advance, in case.