I’ve been away for four months, and in that time:
— we sold a house, and bought a house, and have begun to the new house a home.
— graduated with an A.S. in Library Information & Technology, having maintained a 4.0 GPA, made the Dean’s List all three semesters, and was invited to apply for valedictorian (which I declined on account of not liking public speaking).
— my oldest finished her first year at university, my eldest son finished his first year of high school, and my youngest finished his second year of elementary.
— have read 12 books in the last two months after years of barely finding the time to read one a year.
— have held hands with my depression, made pacts with my demons, and remember what it is to thrive in the surviving.
— have fallen in love with my husband a thousand times over.
— spent time on the beach, in fae gardens, and under crisp sheets.
— watched the sunrise and marveled at the sunset.
— cried, and laughed, and laughed so hard I have cried.
— written, poems upon poems, finding my way home.
— desired a creative outlet, toyed with lettering, entertained the idea of a newsletter.
— lived life as wholly and wantonly as possible.
I cannot wait to see what the next four months bring. xo