Shana~
The show is over and as we all make our way backstage, I'm exhilarated like never before. It isn't only that the show is complete or that I didn't fall and make a total fool of myself—it's more.
An overwhelming sense of triumph.
Cheers fill the air as everyone makes their way into the dressing room.
From the sound of the crowd and the look on Chantilly's face, the fashion show was a shining success. Not only that, I overcame a lifelong fear. I did it. I walked onto the stage. For the first time, I was more than the woman behind the scenes. Putting the show ahead of my own fears, I did what needed to be done.
While allowing myself to be vulnerable, I kicked ass. At that second, I realize that sometimes it takes the first to do the second.
“To Shana!" Shelly yells above the
