The first stage in running a marathon is denial
I’m trying to accept the fact that it is Wednesday, but it’s not sticking.
I’m trying to accept that we are leaving for Savannah tomorrow and I’m not ready. My stuff isn’t packed. Things aren’t sorted out. There’s still a ton of stuff around the house I need to do.
I think I’d rather stay here for a little bit though…because we all know the next step.
Yep. Panic. And…I’m almost there. It’s all going to work out in the end, right?