I am sitting in my kitchen in Williamsburg crying over my latest Myers Briggs test results. I don't want to be a J. I tell Jon in all seriousness that he and the kids have killed the P in me. Nina calls and I cry to her and she lifts my head. "Kristyn, this is what I think. I think God is like 'Oh no, Kristyn has lost her P'ness. I am going to send her to Europe so that she can get her P'ness back.'" I love Nina
I am in Bruxelles crying over the death of my dream. I don't want to sell my home. I call out to God and He lifts my head at the Vleurgat tram platform on a sunny afternoon. A feeling overwhelms me that I can only describe as sheer freedom. I think "I can go anywhere. I can be anything. I am becoming THAT woman who is living a ton of different lives. My P'ness is back and it is invigorating."
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