The past week or so has been about feeding my soul. I haven't been writing and updating nearly as much as I want to on my wee corner of wattpad. I have felt stretched rather thin some days, *hobbit voice* like butter scraped over too much bread. 

This past weekend, thanks to the extreme generosity of a sister from another mister, I was able to attend my first college reunion. It was a big one, my ten year, and I got to attend it with some of  the women whose love and influence shaped the person I am today. 

It was like a dry sponge landing in a desert oasis. 

The moment I wrapped my arms around my sisters, I was surrounded in laughter, memories, wine, and song. I slept little and talked so much I lost my voice on the drive home. I walked on a campus I hadn't seen in ten years and felt like it was only yesterday. The hundreds of triangles in the library, the smell of ink in the book arts center, the statue of Minerva whose feet we kissed when we graduated, the massive sycamore tree we danced around at dawn the last day of classes. I went to school of amazing traditions, rooted in the heart ache of losing a piece of its identity as it went from single sex to co-ed my sophomore year. A sore subject to this day, even though there were a total of two men in my graduation class. I had no idea how much I missed this place until I wandered campus in a miracle of sunshine after days and days of rain. The sun literally came out as we drove closer to campus, a blessing on this stolen moment, away from the stress and fears dogging my day to day life. Surrounded by the love and laughter of my sisters, listening to what they had done and what they did now in ten years, I realized for all my ups and downs, I was someone still fiercely and passionately pursuing my dream. And I wasn't alone. 

Thinking about it brings a tear to my eye. 

It was also something desperately needed. I will be the first to admit this year has seen some personal floundering. Most of my life is lived online. I am blessed with a fantastic virtual sisterhood of women I've connected with through wattpad. Ladies who keep me going on my worst days. This past weekend reminded me how much strength I find in the women around me. Sometimes we are swamped with deadlines and overwhelmed with crap but we know the others are there, we tether one another. 

I spent the weekend with one beloved family and came home to another, to two others. My family at home and online, with a fresh appreciation for both, but especially for my wattpad sisterhood, who remind me every day how amazing they are. 

*note I switched the music for this post to a rather amazing song, King by Lauren Aquilina that is both beautiful and inspiring.*