Now I totally get it.
Though I've obviously invited all of you into the past 5 months of my life, right about now I'm kind of wishing you'd all forget about me, temporarily at least, on Sunday. I've never really been one who's plagued with self-doubt or fear of failure, but whenever I'm on the verge of some great unknown I do tend to panic a little. Think wedding day. The birth of a first child. The first day of college. It's all just out there, and a little crazy, and a little exciting, so you just jump in with two feet and trust that who you are has prepared you enough for who you're about to become. Because let's face it...this experience has changed me, and will continue to do so. And I'll own it. You'll own some of it too.
I've been completely overwhelmed by your support throughout this whole process, and in the last few days in particular. The deluge of donations, posts, emails, handwritten letters, texts, calls, and tokens of good luck and affection have truly made me feel like a superstar, so thank you. Your support means so much.
Though I'll be on a bus to Staten Island by 6 am Sunday morning, I don't actually start until 10:10. So around then, I'll ask you to alternately think about me and forget about me. If you want to continue thinking about me, you know I could use the help. If not, that's fine too. Either way I'll be happy.
I've loved having you all on this journey. Now it's time for the celebration.
Let's do this.