remembering to be inspired
This morning, Carla hosted a brunch. It wasn’t your typical Sunday brunch in New York City, though.
It was something different, something special.
I can’t get into too many details, but let’s just say I left her apartment this afternoon feeling so refreshed, rejuvenated and inspired. I forgot what awesome, deep meaningful conversations were really like (I think I need more girlfriends, heh.)
What’s funny, I texted Carla at 1:30am last night telling her that I might not make it the next morning. I’d been sick most of the week and was feeling even worse Saturday night. I stayed in, went to bed before midnight (insane, I can’t even do this on a week night) and tried to fall asleep. I tossed and turned because I felt horrible and on top of that, my upstairs neighbors were having a party and the bass wouldn’t stop bumping. So, I texted her as I laid in bed praying the the floor above me didn’t cave in and told her I might not make it, depending on how I felt.
Let’s just say, even though I’m still feeling like a wreck today, I’m SO happy I went and I can’t wait to see what’s to come!
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