Today I've sent the last report to my major client. The end. I have to elaborate another one until Friday and that's it. Absolutely free to dedicate myself to L.A. project.
But when I realize that I feel butterflies on my stomach. Why? Isn't what I always dreamed all my life?
Why do we have this mixed feelings, like fear and joy, when something potencially great is coming? Sometimes is hard to believe this is really happening to me.
I started to tell everyone that I'm going to travel. Maybe as a kind of way to convince myself. And to be sure there's no turning back.
I've always been an untamed person, but this is by far the craziest thing I've done ever (more here and here). Yeah, yeah... Is the "mother" inside of me talking. Shut up! There's no room for you here anymore!