I have got 5 minutes. Precisely. And then I leave for the unknown. The unseen. With some strangers.
I have butterflies in my stomach. I think I'll puke. I'm excited. I'm nervous.
I think I'm running out of time... for everything. Why else do I rush? Why else do I panic? Why else do I think that it's now or never?
3 minutes over.
2 minutes more to finish this diary post, to run to the loo, to log out from this account, to shut down my computer, to call my family and friends to say the goodbyes, to cross-check my checklist and tick off stuff, to write an apology email to my ex-boss for not being there at his dad's funeral, to grab a bite (lunch?), to clear my desk out, to drag my luggage and board the bus! Phew!
Over! 5 minutes are over...
I'm already out of time. For everything???
