Day Eighteen

lilyofthevalley

This is the first day I have not wanted to write my daily first. There have been days of reluctance, laziness and embarrassment (on the account of less than exciting firsts to report). But today, I am just not up for it.

The past few days I have had a sense of foreboding. It’s familiar – it happens several times a year. It feels like I am on the edge of my seat, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for something to happen. I never quite know if it is going to be good or bad, to dread it or look forward to it. Does that make sense? I am super excited for the upcoming trip to Nashville. I have spring fever like I’m a high schooler.