(If you're not a Buffy fan we should have a serious discussion about your life choices... However, that's not the point of this particular post.)
During my last year of high school I cried myself to sleep
every night during the month of March. I was leaving home for college that
coming September and mourned in anticipation. And then I mourned again when I
actually got there, for all of the same reasons and for all new ones too.
We try to prepare ourselves. Visualize the scenarios, plan
the course of action, and imagine what it will feel like and how we will react.
We know the facts, we know the steps, we know what’s coming
and still, with all of the preparation, there is the moment.
Toe up to the line we could see coming, the one drawn with “someday”
in mind.
Pause in the breath between then and now.
Step over the edge.
And it’s an entirely different world.
