Precipice

 

I sit here, on the precipice. I sit upon the "great eve before the battle", and I'm excited but also a bit scared. I've been told one thing, but deep in the pit of my stomach I'm worried that my opponent will betray me at the last possible minute. Such dark thoughts come to those in situations where shit is "too good to be true."

Tomorrow will tell, and all I can do is try to get some sleep, and see.

I have to force myself to change shit up once again. Really, I am struggling with my health and I don't have a lot of energy for this. But I feel empowered. Once I get the ball actually rolling, there's no telling what I might achieve. Here's to getting things moving. And no, I'm not referring to my bowels!