In two days, I leave.

I leave.

And I feel the tightening deep in my stomach. The uncomfortablility . The leaving of FoH.

It’s not the first and it won’t be the last time I leave. This I know. And yet, telling myself I have nothing to worry about it, does not make me feel any better.

At all.

I tell myself, self! Leaving is good! Go out there and see this great big beautiful world of ours. Go fill your soul up so that you can help fill others’ up, too.

And that’s what I’m gonna go do, People.

Soulfull, spilling over. For me, for you and for everyone I’ve never met …. yet.