Vivid Dreams

Is this success?

The conference has started, everything so far has gone on without a hitch. I'm beaming with pride. They trusted me with this project, and though it felt like one hiccup after another, the day is here. Everyone is here, and they all seem so eager for the presentation I've worked so hard for to begin. Getting here was a nightmare. They kids had to come at he last second, and their flights were a disaster. I could have killed Sean fir all the help he was. He should have them. I know where he is. I know what's he's doing. I can't tell anyone, though. It's our secret and I have to bear it because of what I did. It isn't fair. It never is. I'm always the bad guy, and I'll always be the villain in our marriage. The key speaker is almost finished, and I have to put my game face back on. The next five minutes will make or break me for all the damage I've done in the last two years. So much has changed. I have to file it away, because it's here and now-and my fear of success has no invitation to this party, it's my time to shine, and I'm going to make them proud of their mom. It goes by so quickly, and I can see through my tear stained eyes as all at once the room is in their feet and I can feel it. I did it. I convinced them to open the center and to start helping the community that so desperately needed my attention. This is what I was made for. I wouldn't be here without my friends. They told me over and over I could do it. I had an idea, and standing here now it has gone so far beyond what I had imagined. Pride. This is the emotion I am feeling. I am proud of myself.