Being awake at 4:45am has a way of revealing your true anxiety level about things. It’s the perfect time to lay in bed staring at the ceiling and worrying about everything that could go wrong.
In an unusual turn of events - for me at least - I’m laying here not feeling concerned at all. I have complete confidence that this is all going to work out. More than that, I really think it’s going to turn out in my favor.
I don’t believe in “meant to be.” But I do know when something just feels right.
