This week has been a zoo. Serious packing, endless goodbyes and bags of clothes to donate. I’m going to miss this city; the opportunities never end, and the people never stop surprising you. While cleaning out every corner of my apartment, I found my scale under my bed. The all-ruling scale. I hate that thing. I love that thing. I DON’T NEED THAT THING. I stepped on the scale yesterday and saw a ‘high’ number…a really ‘high’ number. It sucked. It made my feel like I had failed. I felt great about myself before that set of numbers. That is when I realized, I don’t need a piece of metal to tell me my worth. I’m awesome, every ounce. So, that stainless steel square is staying in the city and I’m not going to miss it one bit.