Full Throttle

So today I posted my volunteer requests to the schools in the area.  I sent out my carefully crafted invites in their eye-catching envelopes addressed to each Headteacher personally.  I stood and deposited them in the post box and realized I was holding my breath.

That's it.  They are gone.  The risk has been taken, the choice made.  I didn't realize until I was stood there how important that step really was.  I could have backed out before now, even after all the effort I put into creating the little cards, I could have thrown them away.  For a split second that seemed like a tempting idea.

Now they are gone I guess the worry is less about what if they don't reply and more what if they do?  I've made a decision and I'm not sure whether I can follow through.  What if I get there and I suck?  I could fail at this, I've never taught children before, they might hate me.  These are the things I worried about the moments before the letters slid soundless into the box.  Unlike usual though I have gone ahead regardless.  I am going full throttle on this, to hell with the consequences.     

That way, hopefully, I'll surprise myself.