Letter to myself tomorrow:

No matter what happens, you will be fine. You know this, because it has always been true. You're living the dream, now keep dreaming it. Don't disbelieve. If you know you can fly, you won't fall.

Tomorrow, if all goes well, will be another step in metamorphosis. Do not fear, for you are becoming.

"--What's ebbing?
--My life.
--What's becoming?
--Your life. You'll be the keeper after me."

Lighthousekeeping, Jeanette Winterson, page 48.

Doctor's appointment is 8:30 a.m. EDT. Wish me luck.