Headed for home

Six months ago today I sat in front of my computer, staring at the screen. I wanted it to be just right. An email had crossed my desk in a roundabout and somewhat accidental way, and the past two days had been a scramble of activity to respond and get an application together.

Truth be told, I was a little scared. I was applying for a fellowship that was an incredible opportunity, but I had some reservations. What if I couldn’t pull it off? What if I didn’t get selected? What if I wasn’t good enough?

The thought of potentially going halfway around the world and being separated from my family worried me. What if I got seasick? What if I was sad and lonely? What if I suffered from a  lack of sleep? What if I couldn’t physically keep up?

But I have a personal goal of taking on things that scare me. Every time I have done it before, I have made it through just fine. And usually I even surprise myself, and I find talents I didn’t even know I had.

I closed my eyes and piled all my best thoughts and energy into the application. 

I took a deep breath and hit the Send button.

Today, in just a few hours, I board the first of a series of planes that will whisk me back home, after having one of the most incredible experiences of my entire life. 

I am so glad I hit that send button.