Slow Dance

I’ll cut right to the chase, because lately, the words come to me that way: it’s really scary when your dreams begin to come true. I hate that I’ve typed that. I hate that I feel that way. Shut up, I’m inclined to say to the whiner who complains about good things. Shut the hell up and be grateful. But I’m not whining. Honest. I’m astonished. Even though everything–everything!–makes me nervous on some level, I was unprepared for this bone-deep fear. Totally unprepared.

Here come all these amazing things. I can see them, rounding the corner. I’ve prayed and wished and focused and worked my ass off for them. It’s no real surprise they’re headed my way. But I’m still shocked somehow. Oh my God, now what?

Now I say, Yes, thank you.

And ignore the fear that says THIS IS UNLIKE ANYTHING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED. Because yeah, it is. And it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted.

Yes. Thank you.