There’s still a lot to do, but somehow, I’m at peace that it will all get done. Not planning any schedule on it, just running over what needs done in my head.
If I sit and think about it, yes, I’m still afraid. I wouldn’t say I’m resigned to it. But again… there’s this feeling of peace, a feeling that this is *right*. I may fail. I intend to succeed. But whatever happens, it’s *right.*