This date is freaking me out.
I don’t know how it happened, but I woke this morning to my phone displaying my calendar set on December 2022.
I’ve been a little under the weather the past few days; either my last client passed her germs to me or it’s a pine/pollen/spring allergy sensitivity thing and my immune system’s shot to hell so it was inevitable I get sick, but I certainly haven’t been so out of my head I don’t remember messing around with my calendar.
Of course, I often search the calendar for upcoming appointments or family events, but those typically occur within the month or next.
NEVER do I search forward.
So this has to mean something, right?
Is someone trying to send me a message? What’s going to happen December 2022?
Immediately, my mind goes straight to death. Is that when I’m going to die? Or worse, is that when I lose the person I love most? Holy shit, that’s only three and half years from now!!
I’ve always said I was ready when it was my time to go. I’m not taking that back now, either. I have no children or husband to leave behind. I do have a puppy, but better me than him. I’m ready if it’s me.
All I can do is pray it is me. I can’t handle the outcome if it isn’t.
I hope it’s just a technological glitch fucking with me. If it is, it’s done it’s duty.
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