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*spider sense tingling*
Honestly, that's the best way that I can describe it. I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something incredibly important. I don't know what it is, or even in which sphere of my life it resides. I can't prepare for it; I can only hope that I have the strength and flexibility to let it pass through without harm. It might not even be something bad - it could be something incredibly good. I just don't know, and that's frustrating.
Ah, well. I have coffee and brown sugar cinnamon pop tarts. This morning, at least, will be a good morning. :-)
Honestly, that's the best way that I can describe it. I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something incredibly important. I don't know what it is, or even in which sphere of my life it resides. I can't prepare for it; I can only hope that I have the strength and flexibility to let it pass through without harm. It might not even be something bad - it could be something incredibly good. I just don't know, and that's frustrating.
Ah, well. I have coffee and brown sugar cinnamon pop tarts. This morning, at least, will be a good morning. :-)
