We are, aren’t we? In gasps and outrage, in shock and horror, in reluctant smiles over the most unexpected happenings, and always in sorrow.
2017 has been a battlefield in many ways and from the looks of the world, things are just going to escalate until our hearts are but repositories of pain translated into things we can endure.
I have learned many things over the course of this year. For instance, how to get sunk deep into a story, so deep that you can smell the air in the city you made, so deep you can hear your characters laugh and cry in real life. I have learned what it means to carry around a broken heart because you are somehow never enough. I have learned to value people and their stories and their silences. I have learned to look at the world in moment and notice the minute details. I have learned not to accept the limitations the world seems determined to place on me. I have learned to continue writing even when every word hurts. I have learned to be more than what I am.
And I have met people. Good people who inspire me in small and big ways. People who with their passion and desire for life and work have inspired me to keep holding on.
Generally this is the kind of post I would write on the last day of the year but I have also learned that life is short and can end unexpectedly so just in case, let me get this out.