Five short months from now, I will graduate from Loyalist College, as a Developmental Services Worker. Frankly, I can't believe that so much time has passed and that I have learned so much. I am happy. I am sad. I am hopeful. I am terrified.
Four short months from now, we will be putting our house on the market, preparing to move back to our home town. I am sad. I am hopeful. I am prayerful. I am terrified.
Three short months from now, I will be finishing up my 11-week second tour as one of "Quinte's Biggest Loser" a weight-loss/fundraiser organized by our local hospital. I am hopeful. I am terrified.
Two short months from now marks the 4th anniversary of my brother's passing, a day I begin dreading as soon as each new year begins. I am thoughtful. I am terrified.
One month from now I will be fully ensconced in my final placement - a group home for elderly folks with disabilities. I am hopeful. I am prayerful. I am terrified.
Mostly, for all of these things, I am grateful: for the hope, the prayerfulness...and the terror.
They let me know that I am exactly where I am supposed to be, in this, my 40th year.
The best is yet to be.
What are you looking forwarding to?
What scares you, these days?