...when can I move here? I mean, if I could find an equine job within 40 miles or so of Nashville I would be the happiest person alive. Today I visited the Country Music Hall of Fame. While standing in the Hall of Fame rotunda, I noticed the little fountain. As I got closer, I saw that people used it as a wishing well of sorts. It was then that I randomly remembered that after my last break-up, I had put a necklace my ex had given me for Christmas in one of the pockets in my purse. I had pulled the chain out to use it for another necklace but I hadn't had a chance to take the pendant into a pawn shop yet. I pulled that little pendant out of my purse and just stood there for a moment. I thought about all the...for lack of better words...crap that I have dealt with over the years. Staring at that pendant I thought about the the times that I had been lied to, that I had been cheated on, and all the things that I had been told, that I can't really say on here. I thought about all the times that I had been knocked down by boyfriends, friends, and complete strangers. That pendant stood for one of the most difficult trials I have ever gone through. I remember standing by him through everything. I remember waiting to hear from him, only to lay in bed at night wondering what was going on. I remember crying myself to sleep the night he almost committed suicide. I remember hoping and praying that things would change, but knowing deep down that they wouldn't. I remember realizing the night that we broke up that he wasn't answering his phone because he was with another woman. Mostly...I remember the feeling I got the morning after it was over. I remember feeling free to be myself again.
So as I stood at that fountain, holding that pendant, I thought about how far I have come since then. As I watched it fall through the water, I remembered all the rough times, and how they don't even matter anymore. While the pennies in that fountain may have held wishes for fame and fortune, that pendant now hold a wish for freedom, and a sense of peace...and a cut with a major artist.
I know this post is not like the others, but this trip has lead to a lot of soul searching. And today, I found another little piece of myself. Now I can go back to working on the puzzle. 12 down...88 to go. And with tomorrow I will post lucky number 13. Goodnight Y'all!
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