It's Friday. Two weeks ago today, I was loading my life in a U-haul. I was crying from pain, frustration, fear but feeling courage like I'd never known before. Courage because somewhere in my bones, I knew what I had to do. Courage because somewhere deep inside burned a hope that thrust me forward when all I really wanted to do was crawl in a dark corner and hide from the rest of my life.
When I set out that Saturday morning, I wondered how long it would take to not feel broken anymore.
I have the day off today. I have a long list of to-do's. But I started out at Barnes & Noble to use some free Wi-Fi and reconnect to the world. The first blog I RAN to was Passionista! (No offense to the other blogs I read, I just knew she must have posted the July Mix already and I needed a music fix)
Sure enough, it was up and I started falling in love. (I have a long list of new downloads now!)
Here I am. Sitting on the 2nd floor next to a big window, sipping my favorite drink, watching the rain fall, and feeling a peace that I wasn't sure I'd be able to feel again. This is what my Heavenly Father wanted for me. This moment. To be able to see the beauty in the world again. I recognize this girl. She feels like me.
Who says you can't go home again?