Emerald Isle. Cross Lake. Shreveport, LA.

It is difficult for me to believe that Saturday is going to be the 4th of July. My life is unrecognizable when I attempt to look back twelve months, much less 18 or 24. I still have hope. I still have joy. But so much is so different. I am truly sorry for the things I took for granted, but with each quiet moment I am making peace with permanent losses so I can be prepared for the opportunities that I know lie ahead.



I ended up doing a little more screen time than I planned yesterday. I was able to spend a lot of time interacting with people and that might have been part of the problem. Sometimes silence (on my part) can be as or more valuable than rest.


Red Power CableYesterday (Sunday), after I watched church online and sent a couple of texts, I shut down all of my screens for the rest of the day. I think I am going to do this every week for the forseeable future. I talked to some people, did some art and caught up with some reading. It was nice to have more real-time conversations and to have less distraction to process my thoughts and feelings as I continue moving forward.