The rest of your life.
They say tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life.
I don’t know who they are, but they might be right.
My tomorrow has come. I have walked through a fire door that slammed shut behind me and there is no way back in to the place I just exited.
Since I can’t go back, I have to go forward. Not sure where it leads, but that’s where I’m heading.
I’m pensive because the way ahead is not well illuminated.
I’m also excited because the way ahead is not the place behind. The way ahead is filled with optimism and possibilities.