A lonely reminder.
I wonder if it will all be worth it in the end: the fevered writing (and rewriting) of various important documents for submission; that fingernail-biting impatience of wanting that long-awaited email to at last come into vision; those running-around-like-a-headless-chicken episodes at trying to get things fueled towards completion.
Often it is the first step that is the hardest. You get the usual lingering doubts that translate into fear no matter where you tread, and more than a moment’s hesitation that becomes absolute as soon as your worries turn into dread.
But already I can feel a tiny sense of satisfaction, now that I have finally set the wheels into motion. While I will not get to paint the best of sunsets or colour my own rainbows, I hope that I will at least be given a chance to savour the joys of blue skies yonder and dance on grass greener than here.
So this could either lead to the start of a brand new beginning, or the end of a plan of yearning.