525,000 moments so dear.
How do you measure,
measure a year?
If you've ever seen the musical Rent, you know the Seasons of Love song. With just a few simple words, it captures the struggle we all have: to experience joy and pain and treasure it all equally.
This past year has been like that. 365 days of inches, miles, laughter, and strife.
So many nights, I thought I was going to die.
So many blessings...created from misery.
There are no words to describe what it's like to cry out, night after night, drowning in the dark.
Or, how much you appreciate an "ordinary day," once it's escaped you.
I can't express it now, but I hope these 365 (or so) posts somehow did.
I'm grateful for that AND for you.
Thanks for listening.
Here's to what's next.
Altered Today: Peace, Completion