Woke up today for a new reason. It felt like my first flight overseas. There’s a tinge of uncertainty over a canvas of excitement.

It’s that kind of emotion when I prodded myself to leave the comfort of sleep hoping to catch a good sunrise. The scene would be majestic if the clouds don’t shroud the sun.

I’ll be dancing in a new stage where drapes are weaved with a different culture. I won’t find the “lah” and the “mah” in the script.

I remember this line from Macbeth,

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Today starts my tale.