Yesterday was the day I waited for. The day I needed, and I didn’t even know it until I was living it.
I got out of town for a few hours, drove towards Rainier, and found some happiness. My sister was there, riding quads with friends, and we took ourselves on a mini adventure breaking up ice with our tires. They could hear our giggles from all the way down the road, apparently:) I came home smelling like campfire, toes frozen, and feeling wonderful. Free.
Today starts the beginning of an interesting week. My best friend from Tennessee (well, one of them anyway) is coming into town on Wednesday, and I am…happy. He is my smiles, my comfort, and one of the best people I know. He doesn’t know it, but it’s because of him that I’m alive today, alive and happy. He wouldn’t let me give up on myself when I was nearly gone, and his love and support has carried me through many years. I’m excited to bring in the New Year with him, and with my other close friends who have gotten me through this intense year.
Twelve months can change everything. Twelve months can cement anything.