I’ve been wanting to write but the words that are in my head don’t seem to want to connect with my hands. I’ve often sat at my desk and stared at an empty screen.
There’s just so much I want to say that I’m afraid I will ramble instead of making sense…
These past few weeks have been happy, sad, eye opening, and full of change.
I’ve seen death and smelled it’s stench. I’ve grasped-really grasped-the concept of how very brief our stay here is.
I’ve lost hope in humanity, only to gain it back with the next person I’ve met.
I’ve been happy and I’ve been sad.
I’ve let go of things I’ve lost-like dreams, places, and friends-with gratitude and, surprisingly, even with a bit of grace.
And through it all, I’ve come to find that, sometimes, when we feel it the least, is when we are most being blessed.