Dream a Little Dream…

The time is finally before me, and I’m looking into the breach. Everything I’ve been focused on for the past twelve years has prepared me for this moment. The airport has no AirPort, so I’m writing to nobody in particular, but somebody’s going to read it eventually, so I know I’m not alone.
With the trip to Detroit behind me, there’s no buffer between myself and the realization of this deeply-ingrained fantasy; I can only hope it will be everything I’ve imagined it will. And if it’s not, I think I shall make it.

Lots of emotion, pressed down inside to be solid for other, more pressing things, are now bubbling up to the surface, and I find that it’s nice to be able to feel my own personal things, to ride my own private dune-buggy through the sandy moors of Wherever.
It’s like the feeling before I fight; a bit of nervousness, a bit of exhilaration. Some trepidation, and some chomping at the bit. By the time you read this; I’ll be here. But I’m still very much there, and part of me can’t wait to come Home already, even though the adventure has just begun.

My horror-scope for today, from www.swoon.com, which I encourage everyone to have e-mailed to them for sheer amazement value:

>>Tuesday, September 2

If you’re getting butterflies in your stomach and sense something wonderful is in the wind, it’s absolutely appropriate: You’re about to hear the cue for your grand entrance. Let’s go over this once again: You’re fully rehearsed, you’re in your authority and most importantly, you were selected or hired because they wanted you. So, break a leg!

Let’s roll, babies.

2 Responses to “Dream a Little Dream…”

  1. cygnoir Says:
    September 5th, 2003 at 10:03 am

    Oof, Swoon.
    Friday, September 5
    On the one hand: Nobody, but nobody should take your good intentions, offices and efforts for granted. On the other hand (especially during this clash between Venus and Pluto): You probably shouldn't decide that they are, just because they seem disinclined to concede the point or roll over and let you do/have it your way.

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    September 7th, 2003 at 11:23 am

    Re: Oof, Swoon.
    Hurts because it's true? One more reason to love Swoon, baby. Am I taking you for granted in saying that?
    And Oofs are better than Hrfs, anyday.

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