The Fantasy of Perfection

Right now I am sitting in an airport.  I am casually flipping my hair over my shoulder as I type away at this laptop looking every bit like a world travelling girl boss. But the reality is that I am waiting on my flight which has been delayed twice.  I am so tired I can barely type. 

FOMO (Fear of Missing Out)

See, I am struggling to balance between working for the future and living in the moment.  Every since my hubs was diagnosed with a terminal illness my mind keeps replaying one question "How will you take care of the family if he passes away?"