Tupelo has been a good move for us. I do still miss people from Brandon, but it's been a little over a year and I am pretty at home here now. A lot of this is thanks to groups like my Remnant sistahs and the Mystics of Tuesday morning. Working on Media Team and allowing myself to make friends. Tupelo is also a rather artsy little town, and I moved here determined to take my writing seriously again. I have been more willing to take risks, and those risks have paid off. I taught my first creative writing class at Main ARTery. I have been able to teach poetry in a couple of classrooms. I am publishing here and there.
Gratitude over all of this hit me yesterday, after a morning of coffee with the Remnant girls and then working with Renee and Sherry for a while. When Renee left, she gave me a hug and a kiss and headed out. I had a memory of one of the first Media Team meetings I attended. Renee referred to me as the "dark horse," because they didn't really know me yet. I was an unknown quantity in the equation. It seems that, even though I still feel like the new kid sometimes, most people have solved for X and decided to keep me.