Tonight was the last group for YP that I would be able to attend, since they meet on thursdays and next Thursday is Thanksgiving. I told myself I wasn't going to cry. I told myself I wasn't going to speak.
Neither of those things happened.
We were singing and talking about blessings in our lives and the YP group has been such a blessing to me. Friends, confidants, people to talk to, people who aren't afraid to talk truth to me, people who loved and appreciated me for me, no judgment, an open heart and mind. I started off wit h a joke and was fine, and then the tears came. And I didn't just have the shaky voice, I had the ugly cry face and it just kept going and going.
And I heard a camera going off and I'm pretty sure the guy that did my headshots took pictures of the ugly crying. Joy.
But I also wouldn't take a second back. I am going to miss those people. They've been a part of my life for a short time, but they have made a huge impact. Just like my CrossFit box, I know I won't find another group like them. But I can find similar people, and I pray (and we all prayed) I would find another group like them in Charlotte. No one can replace them. Or anyone. But that's why your heart can grow, for more room for people.
Richmond, you've made more of an impact on me than I realized.
