Hurry up, STOP!
Today I lost a day. Until around lunchtime, I was convinced it was Tuesday. Only to discover that it was Wednesday.
As we hurtle towards our last week, I have a strange sense of being on a travellator. And I don’t honestly know if I want to get to the end of it, or turn around and run like crazy in the opposite direction. As much as I want this journey to really begin, so I can get to the other end and be reunited with the people I love, I don’t want to take that final step. Its that counter-intuitive feeling of being forced to jump off a cliff edge - you don’t want to do it, but you know you just have to grit your teeth, hold your breath and go for it.