Yesterday I had a really nice distraction with a get together of some of the SBR volunteers. During dinner my friend Georgia told me to look at her and when I did she said, "Yup, your sparkle is gone" Wow. What do you say to that. Everyone tried to joke it off and offer me glitter and I said, " i need to get it back" or something like that. But it stuck with me. My sparkle is gone and I really need to get it back. I know Georgia was not saying it to be mean, it was just poignant. She is very wise.
I know the first step is to move out. It's just hard. Every time I try to pack a box I just get paralyzed with emotion and fear. What is waiting for me out there in that big scary reality we call life?
So I am trying to leave, but for some reason I keep looking back.
I hope when I finally do grow a pair and just make it happen that my sparkle will indeed return.