It was pride in Hamburg today. I always try to go when I can. I went last year, but I felt dreadful and skipped home soon enough.
This year, I was able to enjoy myself.
It was a bit of a mixed bag, though. It’s also the birthday of my ex today (dare I call her that?). I felt melancholy. Thankfully, the feeling passed.
I’m not necessarily a fan a huge crowds. But pride is different. Because of all the joy you can find inside and alongside the parade.
When a small truck went past me that was followed by a male choir and all its members dancing, following the instructions by another guy on the truck, I truly couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
An impressive crowd followed the truck and the choir and they were all dancing along. It completely overwhelmed me and tears of actual joy escaped my eyes. Thank goodness I wear fairly large sunglasses.
It was beautiful. And much more of that could be witnessed throughout the parade.
I managed to find a great spot in the middle of it all and had a lot of fun just being there.
I did feel pride and I felt joy. I was grateful.
I’ve been so heartbroken during the last twelve months. And as I have managed to get through and pick myself up again, feeling better every step of the way, I have also rediscovered joy.
This was important, especially today. I needed it and I’m so glad I was able to experience it.
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