So I moved back to my home state of Texas from Tennessee and started a new life on my own. Three months later I met the man I'm still deeply in love with three years later. Now we have a little home and a little dog and things are just peachy. Except...
I feel the shift coming again, but I'm not afraid. This little quake will be different; there's a bubbling of excitement behind it. And every time I start feeling down about my j-o-b and my life purpose and all that, I hear, keep holding on. The door's about to swing open.
I won't even try to guess what it's all about, but it's good. I know it's good, even if just a little frightening. Life quakes always make us stumble a little bit, but that's how we learn to dance, no?
So I'm holding on, shaking my tail feathers, and waiting for the next big adventure.