It begins in less than a dozen hours.
I want to dance in front of my mirror to salsa music. I want to hide under the covers and sleep and dream forever. I want to stay up late and never let this night end. I want to go back to yesterday and make the jump, leap off of that cliff. I want to dash around with my camera and capture every second of the rest of my life, daring to be scandalous--cause a scene, flirt with disaster, take the risk and be as real as I can, even if nobody else gets it.
But, I've got to be at least a little bit adult about it. So I'm going to take the second option, in part. I'm going to bed. All of a sudden I'm very nervous.
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It's okay; God is with you.
This sounds preachy somehow, but I read this thing that saved me when I was afraid of tomorrow (you sound more "nervous but excited" than I was, though). I'll summarize. It said that the presence of God encircled Christ when He was on Earth and didn't let any blows through that were not necessary, and God offers us that same protection and guidance, so we can have the very security Christ had.
Good luck! I realize this is about 24 hours late, but retractive luck is still good enough, right?
Sometimes I pray about stuff in the past, based on the logic that God is outside time.
But I don't know.
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