The final moments...

I have dreamed of this day, this moment, since I was a little girl. Doing the things I've always wanted to do, but didn't have the time, money, wisdom, or freedom to do so. In some way,  I wasn't ready. I'm ready now. I've gone through such a spectrum of emotions to get to hits point. And they don't stop here. Each hour they change. My mind embraces some other idea or thought that I haven't been able to understand until that point. And it changes me. I love the feeling. It's different every time, and yes, in a way it's scary because it's unknown and I can't really control it, but it;s all part of the plan for my life. It's refreshing, inspiring, and it keeps me on my toes. There is nothing stagnant about it. Not like much of every day lives that we tend to live and watch go by. This is real. Each one of my senses is on full alert. At all times. And that is what living is all about. In my eyes. I feel alive. Like Pinocchio when he becomes a real boy. Like Tarzan learning about life in the city. Completely foreign and all-encompassing. So surreal. I feel it and I love it and I can't wait for lift off.