Rusted armor, broken horse…

OK. This sucks.

I know I am doing everything I can. I know I have a skill set

and a plan that will work. I know that the sacrifices I am making now

will pay off hugely in the future for me and all those in my pack I hold dear.

I know this – or I would not be doing it.

However, there is a gnawing feeling in my gut sometimes… the one that says

in a little voice:

"Daddy, are you really going to be there for me if I need you?"

God yes baby… I will be there for you, always. I can always take you away

if you want. It might not be to the palace we both hope for yet. It might not be

to a life completely to your liking… but we will be together, and when that

happens anything seems to be possible to me.

  • I am doing my best.
  • I am working as hard as I can.
  • I don’t sleep.

Why is it sometimes I still feel like I am failing them?

Ed. Note: I’ll be OK. You don’t need to console me on this or tell me it’s

all OK. I just need to say it and get it out of my head sometimes.