Tomorrow. Tomorrow’s the start of change. She will be left in the care of people I don’t know - she will be left by me at Daycare. I’ll have to walk out. I’m dreading having to walk out. To leave. I don’t even think I’ll get to the car before I start crying. I’m crying now. My stomach hurts now just thinking about it. And I know it will be alright. And I know this is right for us. Because I know we need this. That’s a lie. I know that “I” need this. And it hurts to admit it. But I do. Am I allowed to admit that...? So, here we are - the start of the next chapter. One that I am excited for, grateful for & feel guilty for. Always the guilt. Always the fear of making the wrong choice. But it’s happening - and it starts tomorrow. Daycare. It hasn’t even started & it’s already a wild ride... To the daycare parents, to the ones already on this ride or the ones about to start - I’m just letting you know I got my ticket & I’m here with you, guilt, fear, anxiety & excitement - I feel it all with you - please tell me you feel it all with me...? Xo