That is it. Seven days. That is all the last few years and prominently the last few months come down to. These next seven days. What I do on the eight, some how seem inconsequential. That outcome is beyond my control. I am fully aware of that.
The next seven days matter the most. How I spend them. What I make of every waking hour. What I remind myself when I am in doubt. How I keep myself going, in spite of the insecurities. Negativity is bound to creep in. The trick will be to believe in myself.
I have done this before, I can do it again. Hmm, no, truth be told, I have never done this before, but I plan to commit to doing this for the rest of life.
I cannot predict the outcome. I can only hope it will be a good one. The outcome goes beyond the numbers on the paper that will be delivered on judgment day. Much beyond.
That is it! The next seven days.