I don’t consider myself an alarmist, but I have noticed the calendar a little more lately.
December 21st is rapidly approaching and after the asteroid a couple of days ago I do have an eery underlying nervousness.
Peeling back an advent calendar door seems a little morbid with that date looming.
I feel like we should have the day off or something, just in case. I’d like to be home with Nic if it’s to be.
I googled yesterday and NASA assures us, they don’t cotton to the end of the world theory.
I hope our time isn’t up.
I love this place. There is so much beauty in the world. So much love.
But if it is the end – I’ll brace myself and stare at it, whatever ‘it’ is, head on.
I’ll get ready to tell God ‘thank you’ for letting me come to the Earth for a while.
Good thing I tell him every night, because none of us really know when our own personal December 21st is coming.