Bricks (Photo credit: robynejay)
I have a dear and close friend I’ve named Novella. She’s like that. A lesson and a full blown story packed in a punch. I’ve been out of town the past few days supporting her in the biggest contest of her career. Though hopes and expectations were high and everything looked favorable for her, she unexpectedly fell short.
What followed was a step into devastation. And guilt. A feeling like I’ve been here before. Not exactly, last year was a little different; the scale was smaller and it ended far better, though not as well as it could have. On both occasions I was the go-to gal, the pep talker, the one who’s supposed to have the words.
The words didn’t work. Read more…