Unaware that every big journey doesn't start with your feet crossing the threshold of your front door, but with an infinite number of mental, physical and logistical preparations, i have been looking forward to this day for at least a year and almost getting myself lost in the storm of arrangements and decisions before even having started.
But here I am now. With a (still) quiet-improvised mental backpack, a long to do list and no plan where or how to start, but just starting to figuratively put one foot in front of the other.
What is this about? - Writing. Pure, simple.
Why do I make such a fuss out of it? - Because this is a mental striptease.
So here I am. Undressed, on stage, under the spotlights.
How do i feel? - Vertigo, a bit of excitement and infinitely happy to finally, finally be here.