I did something for me.
It also felt like you were in this fairytale as the models skipped and twirled and danced down the runway.
It was like a dream.
I left feeling so full and inspired.
I came home, again to an empty house, and jammed out to some John Mayer, his live version of Free Falling.
If you’ve never heard that version you are missing out.
I cleaned and danced in my kitchen and sipped on another glass of wine and then floated to my cheap bunk beds.
My literal wine cup had been full all night and now my figurative cup, the one deep in my soul, had been filled to the top too.
By almost midnight I was tucked in my bed and missing my family like crazy.
And my cups runneth over.