Yesterday I bought my plane ticket to Madrid, my ticket to walk the Camino de Santiago with my best friend, my ticket to spend two and a half weeks examining my own life and heart on that pilgrim trail.
And I want to vomit.
I have never spent that much money on myself in my life and I am not comfortable in this new skin, this skin of a woman who thinks of herself before those around her. I feel very selfish.
And so very, very happy.