Nervous

I feel like the calm before a thunderstorm. I feel the anticipation in my bones, down to my very cells.

I feel like I'm on the edge. I've been slowly falling down this rocky slope, scraping my knees and hands in the futility of trying to keep myself up, and now I'm about to hit a sharp fall.

Although, heh, this fall is a GOOD thing... I'm just nervous as hell of what is to come...

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
- Tom Stoppard

Here is to the future *cheers*! :)