I'm sitting in a board room at a large mahogany table. Across from me is a man that has stories written all over his face. I watch as each wrinkle of his eye flexes with his words. Sometimes zoning out from the content, I am mesmerised by the movements of his mouth and the consistency of his smile. I'm meeting this man for the first time, yet I know him somehow... from somewhere...
This is not the first time this has happened to me since I moved to Pensacola. Everywhere I go I feel as though I am not just meeting people but re-meeting old friends. It's taken me until now to realize how frequently this has been happening and to finally question why?
Why does S, who makes vegan treats at the farmer's market, have such a familiar smile? Why does the ring of B's voice as she says my name sound uncanny? And why does LB, the man sitting across from me in the boardroom feel possibly even like a distant family member?
M sent me a package a while back while I still lived in Springfield. This current topic has reminded me of her words. I was struggling at the time and wasn't sure where I was meant to be living my happiest life. The collage she made for me said "You are exactly where you are supposed to be."
As I spend time with these people that give me the comfort of having known them for years, I am happy not to think of all this as a strange coincidence. With a million directions to possibly go and every road in the world left untraveled, I have the overwhelming sense that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
BPositive and BWhere you Are!
Love,
B
This is not the first time this has happened to me since I moved to Pensacola. Everywhere I go I feel as though I am not just meeting people but re-meeting old friends. It's taken me until now to realize how frequently this has been happening and to finally question why?
Why does S, who makes vegan treats at the farmer's market, have such a familiar smile? Why does the ring of B's voice as she says my name sound uncanny? And why does LB, the man sitting across from me in the boardroom feel possibly even like a distant family member?
M sent me a package a while back while I still lived in Springfield. This current topic has reminded me of her words. I was struggling at the time and wasn't sure where I was meant to be living my happiest life. The collage she made for me said "You are exactly where you are supposed to be."
As I spend time with these people that give me the comfort of having known them for years, I am happy not to think of all this as a strange coincidence. With a million directions to possibly go and every road in the world left untraveled, I have the overwhelming sense that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
BPositive and BWhere you Are!
Love,
B
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