I’m having yet another bout with my insomnia where she’s teamed up with the lovely hormones and quite honestly, their game is too strong tonight I’m already on a crying spree. Here’s what’s racing through my mind on this ungodly hour:

~Disbelief: am I really turning 27 in 9 days? 

~Where have all the years gone by?

~What’s next for me? What’s my next move?

~What do I want? 

~Am I ready for a new chapter?

~Am I enough? Have I done enough?

~Am I ready?

~Choices. Decisions

~Family. 

~Something new?