The Dreamer's Pen

Today is surgery day. I knew it was coming, but no amount of mental preparation can fully quiet the anxiety humming beneath my skin. It’s not just the procedure itself, it’s the vulnerability, the unknowns, the loss of control. The waiting.

I’ve always been someone who likes to understand, to plan, to have my feet firmly planted. But today, I have to surrender. To trust that I’ll be okay, that the hands guiding me through this know what they’re doing. That my body will do what it’s supposed to do.

I remind myself to breathe. To be present in this moment, even though part of me wants to fast-forward to the other side of this. Maybe there’s something to learn in the stillness of waiting, in the deep inhale before the plunge.

For now, I sit with the nerves, acknowledge them, and let them be. Today is surgery day. And I will get through it.