Almost

It has been awhile since I last wrote. I need to write. Feels like I'm ready to implode.

A lot has happened. I'm almost 31. I'm almost a wife. I'm almost a graduate student. I'm almost Obama's neighbor. Almost in that order.

So what does one feel when they are almost. in this case gawky, like a toddler. wobbly. impatient and expectant. as though shedding a large skin.

I have begun to breathe. Realizing that the ground work is laid. and, that is mostly what becoming almost is. making decisions to propel forth.

A year has past since I left my position as Development Director at Safe Passage. That day marks the day I became Director of Developing me. It's been a bumpy rode as I've learned to take risks and chances in order to make space for my needs. It sounds very cheesy. but often people take off to "find themselves." there is no need to take off. only a need to make space. to have time. to critically reflect, digest, reflect and decide.

I look at this ring on my finger and think "how?" In just one year my life took so many turns. And not always clear ones. I fell down a lot. But, there were always people there to help me get up again. I let my world open like the big grand canyon and positioned myself for opportunities. And when they came I was ready to make decisions.

and therefore, I am now almost.