I feel more prepared and anxious to set out on the next chapter of my life than ever before.
I am ready. But I feel as if by walking toward everything that kept me away, I'm leaving behind what I cared for most deeply when I hoped I'd be brought closer to it. I'm going to keep moving forward, and fight the constant wish to look back. Acceptance that some things must end where they never even started will come.
The process of weeding out.