I avoid like other people breathe.
I hate to confront uncomfortable anythings, and will spend months of time and oodles of energy uncomfortably trying to avoid the uncomfortable.
Then, there is a moment that comes, where "it" (the dreaded whatever) is imminent. Suddenly, I turn into something fierce and focused, I run at it, arms waving, roaring...
Today is a roar day.
A tired roar, granted. A lump in throat roar. A roar that sounds a little whimpery at the edges. But hey...
Here we are, the day before.
Home stretch (with a big ole emphasis on the stretch).