It took a while, but I eventually felt the magic I was seeking when I moved here, a feeling of excitement, of timelessness, of knowing that at one point in time these same shimmering lights and ancient sculptures inspired another artist to create his masterpiece.
I faced so much anti-Semitism at Reading School that I eventually felt I had no option but to leave.
Mama questioned a great many people, so many that I eventually felt ashamed for her, as if she were begging for money and not clues.
In those days, although I was good enough at my work, and often engaged, I eventually felt that it did not express the full range of my values.
I eventually felt a sense of accomplishment that our girls experience when they work through a tech challenge.
I eventually felt stronger (and slightly more grown up), and able to move forward with my business again.
It was a slow move and started with a lot of Masters At Work until I eventually felt comfortable not high-fiving the guys selling hip-hop, and just heading straight over to Azzido Da Bass and friends.
My ego thinking told me that if I worked hard I would eventually feel good enough.
So I kept seeing him, and listened to him telling me that I was victim of a series of events beyond my control, that I was a good person, that I would eventually feel better.
So I kept seeing him, and listened to him telling me that I was victim of a series of events beyond my control, that I was a good person, that I would eventually feel better.
