I keep thinking back to that dream I had a few weeks ago. I delivered a gorgeous baby girl. Only thing is, she wasn’t a newborn. She had the look of a 1 year-old. Babies in dreams normally mean new beginnings; a change. I’m overdue for another change….something new. 

My own (real) daughter (pictured above) was a big change. Yet I worry. All the hopes and dreams I had of her, me….we…us…. seems to be fading. I’m not sure if it’s by my own doing or something else. But yanno… as they say; man plans and God laughs.

Today I want to scream, yell, pull my hair out. Go the fuck insane. I want to jump off into the deep end. But… my two babies….. My dream and my actual 4 year old daughter…. are keeping me hopeful… sane. 

I must keep my sanity.