It’s seven-thirty in the morning, and I have never been more awake. Chances are, if you are reading this, you know me on a personal level, and will also know that I am by no means a “morning person.” So, I am just as surprised as you at my new found surge of energy. For the past week, I have been walking around with butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of some grand event, and I wish I knew what it could be. I have not felt this way since I was a little girl, and that is what is freaking me out.

I feel like it’s the night before the first day of school. I toss and turn in my bed, so anxious to wear my new school clothes, see my friends, and smell the fragrance of freshly sharpened number two pencils. And yet, it is different.

I feel like I am “it” during a game of Hide and Seek and everyone has managed to hide really well. My heart pounds as I search and wait for the moment some big kid jumps out and makes me scream. And yet, it is different.

I feel like it’s the last round of the Spelling Bee and my opponent has just misspelled the last word. I get a really easy one. And yet it is different.

I am not so sure I want a definitive answer why I am feeling this way. I have a few ideas; things are changing very rapidly in my life. I have entered a phase a self-discovery, and am getting reacquainted with yours truly. Enter butterflies and sleepless nights. I hope to maintain the motivation to continue to unwrap this present I have given to myself, I know there is a no return policy. I also know that it will be a perfect fit. I believe in this emotion making my stomach churn and my head spin, it is something that cannot be defined or explained. But, if any of you happen to be planning a surprise party for me, I'll go with it..