Future Tripping

I wouldn’t consider myself a planner, but I do get ahead of myself

A handsome boy quickly turns into my husband before I know his first name

A new client becomes the millions of emails I’ll have to send to onboard them

The second bite of cake evolves to a bigger jean size

My butterfly filled stomach becomes nausea as I picture the end of what could have been

Why is It so hard to sit. To sit with the moment, emotion, the feeling - to experience something, anything, for what it is and all it could just be

Not everything needs to be more; good, bad, tragic, life changing

I’m learning to embrace the process without expectation

For once, I’d like it to surprise me, no matter fates decision