Happiness Coming Soon

She digs her heels in the sand. Runs her fingertips along the tiny grains and pushes her indention into the moist ground. The sun is on the horizon now and the dewy air stings as it whips across her clammy cheek. She wants to stay but she knows she has to leave. There are better opportunities for her if she walks away but she has to go now. She tries to convince herself to stay as if somehow it's the better route. She's torn in the worst way. Stay and risk happiness or leave and risk his. She has already been through this. She made the mistake once before and doesn't want to make the same mistake again. So this time she is hesitant before she jumps in. She doesn't want to take ownership of another irreversible mess up. Some mess ups are impossible to clean up and she knows because she is still wiping away dust from the last one. She wonders to herself, "How in the World will I know if I'm choosing right?" She listens closely to the howling wind as if some distant friend is whispering answers to her insightful questions. She wipes the sand from her hands as she stands to her soggy feet. There is no helpful friend whispering to her in the wind. She was not fortunate enough to stumble upon a message in a bottle hiding in the sand. There is no one around her to offer up a helpful hand. She is left with facing the oncoming waves while carefully maneuvering through the choppy wake her past has made. She has her doubts but ultimately decides she's better off alone. As she drives off leaving the ocean view behind her, she smiles and thinks to herself, I've definitely made the right move. Happiness coming soon.