“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”
With the bad comes the good, and with the good comes clarity.
Without 2009, I never could have known the beauty of a true breakdown.
Mind, body, and soul.
Tacoma feels good today, because even though it’s still January, I can almost smell the spring. The biting cold has a way of putting subtle reminders in my brain, so this year (more than any other), I am hoping that April and May hurry up.
There is nowhere to go but forward, right?