Remember when I got a little vulnerable?
I found out today I wasn't picked for the Top 100 Voices of 2014 after all.
Despite allowing myself to hope.
And that dark lonely corner I wrote about? Part of me wants to crawl over there and cry.
Instead, I cleaned my pantry, baked banana muffins and made granola.
I still may cry. I haven't decided whether or not I'll let myself feel what seems a tiny little bit like not-good-enough rejection.
I almost chose not to be vulnerable here (because, you know, where did it get me, really?).
But obviously she who wears her heart on her sleeve can't help herself.
Chin up, shoulders back, keep going.