I’ve had something on the brain for a while now. Something I’ve wanted to blog about, but haven’t. Life doesn’t always follow the nice neat path you have for it, so part of my hesitation has been not wanting to Jump The Gun. Count My Chickens Before They Hatch. Step On Cracks In The Sidewalk. (Wait, no, that one's okay.)
Parts of me wonder if it’s possible. If we’re ready. (Does anyone really truly ever feel ready? Like, 100%?) If it can go as well as I hope it can. If I can keep my sanity during all that time. And if I talk about it before there’s an It to talk about, am I jinxing something?
I'm scared. Totally nervous. Extremely excited about what could be. Making adjustments in advance.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in the past two months consulting with new doctors. “Assembling my A-Team”, as someone put it. They’ve all been great so far, and everyone agrees the time is right. I even made an appointment with a new endocrinologist this morning, which is kind of a big deal for me, considering I’d sort of sworn them off.
What’s all the hub-bub about? Well, you might be able to guess. I’m not the first to write about this, and I won’t be the last. There is a journey A and I want to pursue. I may not have an announcement yet – but I do have an intention. And a hope.