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Showing posts with label exhausted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exhausted. Show all posts

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Surreal To The Point of Disbelief

The Walk is over. I felt very much like I was at my wedding all over again - like it was happening all around me, but I couldn't focus, step back and really take it all in.

It was amazing, unreal, more people than I could have imagined for a first event.

And yet, for one of the very first times in my life I was not behind the camera...hence I have no pictures to show, yet.

They will come - along with video - as we had two, yes 2 - videographers.

But for now, I will just say...

  • It went off with a minimal of hitches.
  • Surprise guests took my heart by storm
  • The community knows we exist - even if they were trying not to!
  • I got through singing without crying

But...I cried four times. Uh huh - just four. Yes Michelle - I believe this makes you the winner.

I will post more indepth about my range of emotions, but for tonight - I'm spent... Good Night

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