“This was a gold medal date.”
It was a strange way to end the evening, but it also felt true. It had been practically perfect. Sharing my passion for creating while getting to know each other, the rain giving us a comforting sound track and fresh scents.
All those feelings began to swirl again. This time, though, where there had been fear and push back I found hope.
As soon as he was gone, I grabbed my phone.
JACE! YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO GUESS WHO MY CLIENT WAS
The rest of the evening was spent snuggled up in bed, reliving the ‘date’ with Jace (and Tad by extension) before falling into a content sleep.
My whole mood lifted in a way I’d not experienced before. I whistled as I set up classes, hummed went about my mundane chores and felt content. This is it, I thought, this is what I was searching for.
I thought it was just the freedom, the simple process of creating and living for and with less. But, I was missing that one piece of the puzzle and now it had fallen into place.
In the midst of another joy-filled session, sharing my love of creating with clay with another enthusiastic new friend, I got a text.
I felt the heat tinge my cheeks pink and a smile touch my lips as I tried to remain unbothered and professional.
I was still buzzing, knowing he was thinking about me when he called to ask me out to dinner. “Okay,” I answered, trying desperately to sound chill and not at all thrilled. My hands shook as I got ready. Those butterflies took flight again.
I’m so ready to step into this next phase of my life.
Until next time,
dag dag x
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Moss Legacy | Brydie’s Story
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