"I need you, by me, beside me, to guide me . . . " That's when I checked out the view . . . What was "beside me" was a fantastic view of the Houston skyline backlit by a cloud-infused sunrise color burst. And I thought, "not a bad way to be guided!"
By the time the song concluded I laughed aloud.
Which pretty much sums up how I feel about my post-rejection weekend. I'm laughing. I'm smiling. I'm singing. I have no evidence that things are better but I know they are.
Kinda of like what my little community talked about yesterday . . . We have no evidence. We sometimes don't have faith. And yet, we keep going. I left that group grateful that I'm "going" but certainly not alone!
Here's some highlights from the way I would always want to deal with life after having been rejected by someone who didn't really know me well enough to do so:
- I heard my favorite five year old play a violin before a crowd of 500 or more folks all supporting their Suzuki students.
- I dined with a friend from California who always challenges me to be better at my profession and gives me hope that soul mates do happen. (She's certainly a woman in love.)
- I exercised better and more than I have in a long time and could see the results.
- I prepped, shopped and cooked for 22 people and the meal came out hot, delicious and was every bit the birthday celebration of my best friend that I wanted it to be. Plus, I was surrounded and assisted by other friends who serve to remind me how blessed I am.
- I allowed myself to grieve, to rest.
- I spent time with a community who doesn't push answers but definitely has something going on worthy of my attention.
- I ushered at the theater.
- And I remembered that I can't wait to see what happens next.