Bo is weird these days, maybe because I am too.
I did not intended to invent these thoughts, and seems like I let myself down quite a bit.
You know, surrender into fear is not Bo's style, so he's upset lately. I let worry and anxiety take over my joy. Oh, heart. you're so beaten up.
I am not sure if it's pregnancy or work load that drives me crazy. But I'm gonna figure it out. Thoughts are magical, they became real once they're written down, and became solid once someone make it happen.
Well, I told myself to say good bye to anxiety and bring back positive attitude into my writings.
Wish me luck.