Box of Broken Dreams

I don't know if I will be allowed to return to Kazakhstan. I want to with all of my heart. I am going to put every effort to show PC that I am a (mostly) happy and 100% healthy volunteer. I entirely believe that I should be returned to my life in Kazakhstan. I think that I can finish out my service there. I want to return because of the people. I have made close friendships that will break my heart to lose. I guess I wouldn't necessarily have to LOSE them, but the physical separation will be challenging.

We once had a Women's Group discussion on a "box of broken dreams". According to one member, this box is a place that we all put disappointments. When we put them in these boxes they become a part of us, but do not hold us back from having other dreams. I mentioned that to me, the dreams are like stained glass. They are fissures, but they are part of a work of art. Each fragment contributes to something beautiful.

I was wondering around Georgetown on Sunday and stumbled upon a flea market. I was looking at all the treasures without expecting to buy anything. Then I found a ring with a tiny box. The front of this box looks like a heart made from lines--like stained glass. It fit perfectly. If PC doesn't allow me to return to Kaz, I will put this broken dream in this tiny box, and I will wear it on my finger. Because it is a part of me that I can not and will not forget. It is a broken dream that will contribute to all of my dreams, which define me. Dreams, broken and attained, will define me--broken dreams will not destroy me.