You know that feeling you get, when absolutely everything in your life is perfect? Yeah. Me neither.
Right now, my life is pretty sweet. I just booked tickets for my partner and I to travel home, then to Spain, Paris and London. I have a good job, where i get to chat & hangout with friends. I have a cat that insists on helping me write this post. Albeit with his new, sharp teeth but helping all the same.
So, my question is. Why can’t I shake the feeling that the world is about to implode.
Alright, so that’s a bit dramatic. But it’s true, there’s a feeling there I can’t shake. A feeling that haunts me. It’s a feeling that embodies my day to day experiences.
It’s lurking and waiting to explode.