It's the first day of school. I shouldn't be nervous, I've done this before. But, it's also different every time. New rules, new people, new situations, another river of souls to navigate. There's a saying about the devil you know and the devil you don't....
Though a lot of it is going to be typical first day stuff. Paperwork, meeting people, getting oriented, that kind of thing. And then it gets easier, a little at a time. And the real work begins. And before long, it's routine. But right now, this still seems unreal to me. I know no other way to describe it.
Once back when I was actually in school, I remember trying to sleep the night before a new school year was starting. I was restless, and I kept waking up throughout the night from stressful dreams. About what you'd expect — missing the bus, not being able to find my classes, not being able to find the clothes I'd wanted to wear. None of those things happened, though. Everything turned out fine. And I know it will tomorrow too.
But here's what's different this time. This was a conscious decision, that infamous leap of faith, and I'm still sailing across the chasm. I guess my feet will actually hit the ground tomorrow. I'm reminded of that scene from The Matrix when Neo jumps from the side of a building attempting to land on the roof of the building across the street. He hit the ground, but he bounced back up safely. So he was ok despite his failure.
It looks like I've actually made it across and am going to land on that other roof. I know kung fu.