I got late last night as I had to complete the presentation due for today. It was more difficult to concentrate in that quiet room than it would have been on a noisy, crowded railway station, with the underlying tension that thickened the air. I could barely get myself home and in bed and then thought about all that work, all those efforts, and everything that was riding on tomorrow. I needed my sleep, but it eluded me. Assured that it was going to be a long night, my brain went into overdrive thinking of all the possible ‘if and only if’s. I twisted and turned in bed hoping that the night sky would break into morning soon, but at the same time, a part of me never wanted the night to end.
Was I afraid? I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I was. Who wouldn’t be in my situation?! It became more and more difficult for me to stop myself from thinking about being so close to having it all and then losing it.
Just then, I heard a little chirping at the window behind me and realized that my eyes were shut. They opened just as quickly, and I sprung out of my bed all psyched to get done with this day and whatever it held for me.
Turning on my coffee-maker, I grabbed my towel and shot to the bathroom for a quick shower. I scrammed through my morning rituals, wrapped-up the place and locked the doors, all set to be on my way to work. Could it be the last day? The thought was unsettling. I took a deep breath, straightened myself and looked straight ahead at the road. As I looked up, I smiled and all of a sudden I was calm, my thoughts coming together, and I felt at peace. There, right in front of me, was a rainbow in the sky.