Finally, it is here.
The big day.
The sun shone brightly, the back of my neck housed colonies of sweat beads. I felt nearly nauseated with anticipation. The planning and money that had gone into this moment made my head spin. I sucked in the crisp fall air. Months and months of preparation for one lone day, albeit memorable. The results would dictate so much. The decision was never simple.
You had to know your stuff. You want to live with no regrets, to know all of the intricacies. You want to be happy. But when I saw the face of my choice, of my person, I knew it to be right. I had zero doubts. It was instantaneous with us. We have so much in common. Our views, passions, and goals line up flawlessly. Isn’t that what matters most?
So I jumped in, head first. Splash. Soaked. Submerged. I was committed, early on too. I did not waver. I made my preference known. That is the way to do it. Wear it proud. You must believe in this person wholeheartedly.
So I stand there with a trembling body, wrecked with nervous excitement. I have thought of this moment for so long. My first but not my last. It is finally my turn. My ballot is punched. The woman sits in her chipped black fold up chair with a kind smile, pointing her finger out to me. The chair whines. I take what she is offering me with gusto and slap it to my chest.
Today is going to be a good day.