It was a last minute decision, a race home at lunchtime to throw some clothes in a bag so I could jump in the car after work.
It was the right decision.
Dancing in the pouring rain, drinking coffee, listening to these insanely good people playing live in a city square. With a group of people who make my heart smile, chatting until 1am drinking exceedingly good tea.
I became me again.
I don’t know how to explain this last week, good and great and all the adjectives in my tiny little brain never seem to give the full picture.
My walls were breaking down, my barriers are being softly pulled away. Maybe it is the start of something. Something better than good.
p.s check here. Miia has been writing again.