Mountain Dew for breakfast

It's Saturday morning and I don't feel like moving much, however there is much to do. Most of it involves thinking, planning and making decisions that will affect the rest of my life. Yet somehow I don't feel anxious.
I no longer have the overwhelming deep 'knowing' that everything will be all right like I had last fall, but I seem to be left with a calmer version of it. Even then I knew it wouldn't stay forever but it was a lovely feeling. Life is cyclical and this last rush of new ideas and energy leaves me with a great deal to reconcile.
The last 6 months changed me. I'm becoming part of a 'We' instead of an 'I', which to those who've known me must seem like something of a miracle. I am beginning to understand a bit of why we're here and what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm waking up - from a long restless sleep that was full of questions which never seemed to have answers.
Yet with all these changes there's so much of me that feels like it always has. I still hate to wear shoes, I still say 'ya know' too much, I still have Mountain Dew for breakfast.
But now I see that I'm part of a progression, part of a world that's leading to something incredible and that my own little existence matters to the whole.