The last six months have been a whirlwind for me. Imagine getting your dream job…And imagine your dream job requiring you to wear pretty clothes, and surround yourself with pretty people. In fact, I was to become one of the pretty people.
My mama always says pretty is as pretty does. I suppose I missed the mark on that one. That’s how I ended up here.
I forgot about my friends. Those people that were in my life long before all of this came along. I forgot how much fun it was to blend into the background and let the light shine on someone else.
I don’t even know what’s going on in their lives right now, but they know all about mine. Talk about a lack of reciprocity.
And my parents. I know my behavior disappoints them. Wearing flashy clothes, constantly drinking, and having strangers leave gifts for me inside my own house. I know they are disappointed. I know I’ve embarrassed them and their Christian sensibilities. I can only imagine what their congregation is thinking. What a great job they did raising their only child.
Is this what it means to be successful? I don’t want it.
I put the pad down on the bedside table and closed my eyes.
