Almost...

Yesterday I tied up loose ends. Brought over the last of my furniture from home, said goodbye to my lab, and finally told a boy I've been crushing on him for the last fifteen months.

Because tomorrow I am a doctor. And while it will be following orders and writing notes I barely understand myself at first, finding the balance between intimidation and self-assurance, I cannot but be filled with irrepressible anxiety, trepidation, naked fear. No amount of verbal felicitations or wishes of luck can subdue the monument that stands before me at this juncture.

I remember those early mornings that I swam laps in the town pool as a teenager. With my feet dangling at first in the pool water, anticipating the shock of coldness into which I will soon be submerged. Knowing that the best way to fight the urge to turn back is to dive, without thinking, head on.