Ready for the next part

I felt it again last night, this crushing sort of feeling on my chest like someone is pushing down on me to remind me of all my fears and worries and heartaches. That literal crushing feeling then tends to push out tears and then boom, I wake up in the morning and start all over again. New day, fresh start, positive outlook...until I read, or hear, or see something that reminds me and my chest of those worries. You know, three was always my lucky number. Maybe my soon to be 33rd year will be one filled with luck and a change in direction. As I've told so many people before, I spent the last year or more working hard to create the life I want. I've done that in terms of what I have control over. I'm ready for the next part.