Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Just like yesterday but it was a fairly ordinary Wednesday and so didn't seem so portentous somehow.
Today is the day that I stop listening to golfers. And play baseball.
Today is the day that I listen to the inner voice that says 'Screw it, what's the worst that can happen' and not the one that whines 'but what if it all goesssssssssssssssssss wrong?'.
Today is the day where I embrace a world where I can write things and include words like portentous, dissolute, raconteur, discombobulate and chutzpah every single day if I choose to do so.
Today is the day where consequence is considered in the context of subsequence. For if I don't begin, how can anything happen?
Today is the day where I stop living cautiously and start living with the gay abandon of the ridiculously confident. Obviously faking it until I make it but a girl has got to start somewhere.
Today is the day where I go boldly where I have not gone before, throwing off bowlines and what not. With appropriate references to both Mark Twain and the people that wrote Star Trek.
Today I become without job and reliant on my own talent, passion and drive to derive an income. A fact both terrifying, exhilarating and slightly nauseating.
Today is big.