Closing a Chapter: My Going Away Party

January 26, 2012

Tonight was my going away happy hour.  Sometimes I don't realize just how loved I am. People from every aspect of my Philly life came out. Wow. 

At one point I looked around and realized the entire bar was filled with guests of mine. Why me? A truly humbling evening. Everyone wished me well and imparted priceless wisdom, words of encouragement and some laughs. They looked at me with admiration, fear, pride, vulnerability and gentleness. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people behave this way. I am so fortunate. Is this one of the gifts I can explore when I start on the entrepreneurship journey- connecting with people? If so, I want to understand it better to know exactly how to maximize it. 

I now understand that the process of figuring this out is exactly what life is supposed to be about. Its hard to explain. The answer is almost irrelevant. The answer is already known; the path is left to be seen and that's what I must focus on. I’m excited to embark upon it.   

I can barely explain my excitement, fearlessness and confidence in this decision. However, tonight, for the first time, I felt sad… anxious… nervous. Are you sure, Cecy? Yes, I am. Saying goodbye to my reality was difficult and stirred up some insecurity. What if this is just what I do?  Drastically change something every few years. Is this just me doing that again? Who cares? Its brilliant and has only brought wonderful things. Thank you, God. I love you. I feel fortunate in a new way right now. I have been empowered by the love and support of everyone rooting for me. 
I can do this.  

My favorite picture of the send off: Jawn Love

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