Every time I think that this cycle has succeeded or has failed I sing the refrain to the song Que Sera, Sera:
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
I keep trying to drown out any hope or any despair. In truth, there is nothing I can do about it either way and certainly stressing over it isn't going to help matters any. But, alas, easier said than done. Quite frankly, Saturday can't get here soon enough. Either I am in for more hoping/fearing/waiting if it's a BFP or if it's a BFN, I can finally stop putting my life on hold. Yup, one or the other. Anyway, going back to not thinking about it!!!!
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