arriving

I have amazing friends. Like life changing, hold hands and cry then pee your pants laughing friends, and I am daily amazed at how they make my life spectacular. One of those friends is a girl named Callie who knows my heart better than I do at times. Four years ago she sent me this beautiful page of poems she just though I needed. I keep them up in my office and today as I searched for that moment of peace I needed I read one and this stuck out to me

"Sometiems it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. Sometimes with the bones of the black sticks left when the fire has gone out someone has written something new in the ashes of your life... you are not leaving... you are arriving" -David Whyte

I am not leaving the 'fat girl' or ice cream or the emotional eating behind, I am arriving at the me that I love and am proud of.

the me that can run the Charlottesville 10 miler
the me that can eat the grilled chicken salad at dinner tonight and NOT be bitter about it
the me that says... YES... I will... I can.... and I'd like to...