Butterflies.

Bleh.

This morning I awoke to the garbage truck.

But that wasn't the bleh part.

Along with the unwanted motion to get out of bed, the feeling of something crummy is going to happen came with it.

Fact: I get this feeling rarely but when I get it...boy do I get it. It's dead on.

Something happens that just weathers up a storm.

So here I sit, awaiting...

What could it be? 

It is never wrong.

These nasty butterflies arise in my stomach and make me sick.

The only thing I can do is wait.

But boy oh boy, when it happens am I prepared.

Especially this time around.

I've never felt so ready to show my strength. 

So...as I sit here... I say.

Bring it on.