Before
Excitement. But you feel petrified. Exhilarated, knowing that the future is, one way or the other, going to change your world. A friend slaps you on the shoulder; you tense up, and then remember to breathe again. You sit there, trying to feel comfortable, trying to stop your hands from sweating, wishing your jeans weren’t so tight. Everything hangs in the balance, everything. And like a man waiting for the axe to fall, you don’t want the next moment to start, but you can’t stay in limbo.