Life is what we make of it

We make plans for the future, with hopes and dreams marking a timeline, and every last detail scrutinized to death until we feel we’ll go insane waiting for this future to arrive. But what if it is set in stone while the timeline feels borderline hypothetical due to being extremely flexible? The future known, yet dependant upon so much uncertainty?

These past months, a few strongly held beliefs have been addressed, evaluated, discarded and replaced with their polar opposites. Please understand, I am far from complaining, but now that such drastic changes have been made, and most of the final touches are in the process of being implimented, I can’t imagine that other, no longer feasible, life I thought I would live.

Meaning simply, my own future is coming along very nicely, despite little hiccups along the way; nothing worrisome, per se, but certainly highly irritatating at times. Amazingly, I want this life, NEED this life, more than I ever believed possible. And I’m just as protective of this as I am of my monsters.

Overall, I must admit there are times when these newly discovered plans fill me with an almost parazlyzing fear… Not because of what’s to come, but because what’s to be done if I manage to royally screw up? After all, shooting myself in the foot is what I do best.

So soon, hopefully very soon, there will be updates, announcements and celebrations galore, proof positive of all I’ve worked for. For now, I’ll let your collective imagination run wild, and speculation can have its fun with you.

;-)