It's out of my hands now

My packet for PA school is en route to Fort Knox. There's nothing else I can do except move on with my life and wait for word of either acceptance or lack there of. I feel as if I have grown attached to this little bundle of paperwork, after all I've put about 50 ish hours into preparation and paid nearly $100 (if not more) to get everything that I needed. I anticipated needing a moment to work up the courage to mail it off, being that once it's sealed in an envelope, it's completely out of my control. Interestingly enough, I felt as if I were about to audition for something on my saxophone. Countless hours of preparation all pointing toward one event in time that either produces fruit as result of the effort, or leaves me wanting. On the drive to the mail center I was nervous, running through every sheet of paper in my head, visualizing all the signatures I had gotten and making one last mental check. Entering the mail center felt like entering those judges rooms from sax auditions. The nervousness went away while I focussed on the task at hand: putting the proper mailing address on the envelope and selecting the right form of mail. Addressed and paid for I walked out of the mail center with little recollection of what I wrote, but just like with auditions where I forgot the music after I left the judges room, I knew with complete confidence that my preparation and planning came through and that I did not need to worry about it. Everything is in order. It's out of my hands now.