Looking back I should have not turned my back on the dream that I had the night before the big day. It was a warning and I didn't heed it.
A person walking in front of an oncoming vehicle repeatedly and getting hit. A snake that never let me rest. It didn't make sense then.
Now, it speaks volumes. Perhaps the future would negate that warning and I will dream a better dream, someday, a dream of better and more good things to come.
Until then, I face reality. And face it I will.
Dear God, I don't know what the next second holds. Just don't let go of my hand.