I kept tossing and turning, dozing off and waking up within minutes. I could not get myself to sleep and ended up having only about 3 hours of slumber in the previous night.

I am overwhelmed by yesterday's events. One is that I still cannot believe what I had just done. It was such a magnanimous leap of faith for me to do what I had just done for there were many consequences at stake. Its aftermath is just so unpredictable that I was engulfed by fear, and yet I still pursued on that act of honesty (and maybe insanity). What stirs me most is how things turned out after I jumped off the edge of the cliff. Expecting to crash down, hard, and get severely injured for life, I surprisingly landed ever so comfortably. I was nervous but I was comfortable. It's one of those divergent emotions that's difficult to comprehend.

I still can't get it off my thoughts. I've yet to absorb yesterday's events. I am overwhelmed. I am ecstatic. I am petrified. What will become of this later? That we have yet to discover (in due time).