I don’t know if I’ll remember how deeply fulfilling this experience was for me. I hope I do.
But if I don’t – I’m just happy. Genuinely proud of myself. I feel hopeful about what the future has to offer again. There is exhaustion that has seeped in deep into my bones after spending more than 12 hours for 3 days manning the booth. I don’t think people realize how much vulnerability is needed to sell something so personal, something that started as an idea in my head that’s been completed by my hands.
I used to feel scared when I feel this way. Because what if I never feel *this* again. Or what if it’s the calm before the storm, the prelude to heartache coming my way. But that’s just life, I guess. Right now, life is at an up because of the downs that brought me here. And I’m happy now. Who cares what happens next.