Dear self:

Sometimes I wonder about you - I wonder if you're really as level headed as you would like to believe. Yet here you are, on the verge of what may only *potentially* be a bad conversation with the love of your life set to start in several hours, and you're beside yourself with thoughts, many of which are not good. Sure these thoughts will subside, unlike years ago, you "deal" a hell of a lot better than you used to. I just think it's your idiot heart making things difficult on you because it's afraid of being hurt after it's laid itself out there…

I'll bring the tissues (just in case).
J