How I Found My Broken Hallelujah pt. 4 of 4

Have you read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3? If not, I recommend doing so!

So, what does a girl do after the worst panic attack of her life leads to a broken mug, a surprising amount of clarity, and a new song?

She stays up all night so that she won’t miss her early morning flight, and then takes her first flight in forever to Missouri, for her middle school bestie’s wedding.

It was absolutely beautiful. I cried a lot.

While I was on the trip, I got a lead on an even better opportunity than the new temporary job I was originally excited about back in Part 1.

That fall, between the new gig(s) and some unexpected money, I was able to start paying off my credit card debt.

Suddenly, I could afford to go to happy hour with my friends again. We came in second place at Broadway trivia.

I had energy again. I started having fun again.

I came super close to falling in love, but got my heart broken instead.

I saw Dylan Mulvaney’s epic solo show three times. I told her about the guy who broke my heart. She said he sounded like a coward. I can’t help but agree. She also inspired the name, The Nuance Diaries, and I got to tell her about that, too.

I went viral on Substack again, with another essay referencing - but not about - Taylor Swift.

I developed a multi-step skin care routine, which I have now fallen off of (but I don’t feel too bad about it because the girls at Sephora are always gagged when I tell them I’m 31.)