It’s easy to look back and think how much simpler it was, how much less we struggled, how effortlessly life flowed. Isn’t memory sweet that way? Selective forgetting is a survival mechanism and right now it’s the only thing keeping me afloat.

Things are challenging (okay, scary-difficult) now, as they were then, but I have to look harder to see the sweetness in front of me than I do to see the sweetness behind. It makes me wonder how long it will be before I can look back on this year and distill only the beauty and the gifts.


When I see the light at the end of the tunnel, I’ll be running full-speed.