the tingle of [sweet, sweet] anticipation

When you believe in your path, you walk stronger on it.

--Shirin Ebadi, first Muslim woman to win a Nobel Prize

I know I'm sure my mother would love that I'm beginning an entry about aspirations and goals and GREAT THINGS!! with an advertisement for alcohol, but seriously--what builds dreams better than a fine pint of guinness? And what could ever be so beautiful than watching it settle? It's like watching a waterfall in the jungles of somewhere, uh, . . . mystic?

Honestly, it's for the slogan. I promise.

At work, I told Grace (80+ years old and still working full time at a bookstore, can you think of anything more outrageous. And, by outrageous, I mean awesome)--she screeched and hugged me real tight. Marianne did the same thing. John's reaction was something akin to the YAWP! from Dead Poets' Society.

The awesome thing was that is exactly how I feel. Every time I see someone's eyes spring open wider, their jaws drop a bit, the lift of the shoulders--that's how I feel. Haven't stopped feeling since I thought my heart would stop around noon time Thursday. Amazingly enough, I'm still peppy at the end of a long day at work.

I have rarely, wait, never been so excited for something in my life. That application process was fierce, let alone the interviews. But, alas, I know that I am ready to rock out not only for AIESEC in Ireland, but in life in general. Not to mention that I am quickly falling in love with our team.

As dear Eleanor said,

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

The funny thing is I still don't really know how to write about it and how excited I am, beyond using those words just like that right there. First semester of creative writing courses, the professor told us you really knew something was wrong when a writer just stopped. No words. So, I am asserting that it must be something fantastic when they simply can't find words.

Simply, I am geeked. Wildly, intensely geeked.