Don't think I've ever genuinely smiled as much as I did while I was listening to you. Looking back still leaves a fond smile at the corner of my mouth. You seemed exactly what I would like to be someday -- driven and charismatic and lovely.
I felt... seen. Skip-in-the-chest,-lump-in-the-throat,-lurch-in-the-gut-seen.
And it's been a long time since I felt that way. Lately, I've been feeling like an old, stale version of me, thrown off to the sidelines, watching the world before me unfold without being invited into the ruckus. I was a memory of what I used to be. And I used to be bigger than my five feet.
But that was then. Things change. People forget.
The all of a sudden, from out of the blue, for some strange reason, somebody took notice again. Remembered the good old days, paid attention to the little triumphs, saw little me clamoring for attention, for direction, for inspiration all over again.
Now I'm hanging by a thread, waiting for the skip in the chest, the lump in the throat, and the lurch in the gut again.
I really hope we run into each other again someday.
