And tomorrow, after three and a half years out, I go back to school.
I am so many things right now – cold, anxious, tired, confused, panicky, cold (mainly cold), excited, thrilled, scared – in a word, terrified. Terrified because that entails fear and delight. I’m afraid I’ll fall flat on my face. I’m afraid it won’t be what I thought I wanted. I’m afraid I won’t have the skill to keep all my juggling balls in the air on this perfectly laid out schedule of mine. I’m excited to be a part of a department that is doing such cool things. I’m excited that my whole life has changed yet again. I’m excited that doors are finally opening.
Tomorrow morning, for the first time in my entire life, I will stand on the corner with my lunch and my book bag and take the bus to school. I’d say that’s very 25 of me.