[When I left Carlton Trail Regional College to unknowingly drop myself into a state of burnout, my plan was to start a local garden market store. As time went on in the planning of it I started to loose interest. I became more attracted to the idea of shopping in it rather than actually running it. Really, it was a bit of me longing for the small town feel I grew up with in Rose Valley.]
I stand and stare at my small little table and everything around it that I was going to use to promote my store. There is no space. I give up. I smile. What can I do? Everyone is bustling around hobnobbing. I might as well join in the fun, accept where I am at and go with it. As I am trying to set up, people are stopping to talk to me. I realize I am feeling ecstatic the more people chat with me. They are not talking about the store, just introducing themselves or introducing me to other people.
I am surprised to realize that I know a lot of people here. I am socializing, supporting, and sharing with other tables. As I move around the hallway chatting with people my skirt twirls and I almost feel as though I am dancing. I feel as light as the air around my skirt as I twirl and visit with everyone. When did I meet all these people? I feel as if I belong to this community. There is so much positive energy. I feel radiant.
What is it about everything here that causes these feelings of joy? Belonging? Connection? Everyone supporting everyone? It is a night where everyone has open arms.
I don’t receive enough support regarding the store but I am o.kay with it. Actually, I feel a bit relieved. Now I can back out gracefully. It is done. I can put this baby to bed and move on.
Things are shifting. I wish I knew what those things were.