When the Dream Becomes Reality (and Scares the Living Poop Out of You)
Why going after what you want can feel terrifying right before it gets good
It’s 3am as I write this. I can’t sleep.
Today is my last day in this lovely little apartment on the outskirts of London that I’ve called home for the last few weeks.
When I get up shortly, it’ll be the last time gorgeous little Nala (the Shih Tzu we’ve been looking after) will leap onto my bed and lick my nose.
And last Thursday, before she went off to Paris to celebrate a friend’s 21st, was the last time I hugged my 19-year-old daughter for the next few months.
