It's late, and I've been told that nothing good comes from communicating late at night...but with my typical stubborn response it can't be resisted. In the moments where clarity reigns it's important to take notes for the official record, even if only for the purpose of proving that my mind doesn't constantly reside in a state of hysteria.
2012, in the personal department, has been quite the adventure. It's as if God suddenly declared that enough was enough and the time had come to 'pull out the weeds' of my spirit that were preventing me from fully enjoying life. Most of this year, and still to this day, has been spent inside a cocoon...the typical enjoyment of outings and socializing kept to a minimum. Quite unusual for my personality, but necessary as realizations about myself only seem to come in the quietest of times. In these moments, similar to labor, pain has given way to renewal and soundness of the ingredients that I'm composed of.
These 'weeds' have symbolized old baggage necessary for reflection and removal. As they are now removed (for this layer/chapter of life) and the cocoon begins to be shed, I can only be so grateful for the lessons learned and the friends/family that have seen me through this year. It's far from over, but going through the thick of challenges with people whom display unconditional love is irreplaceable. Being snotty nosed, angry, fearful, or plain old hysteria hasn't chased my friends away yet.
My hope is that I would be a lighthouse to others who go through major life events. My I be able to give what so many others have given to me. That's all. Short and simple. Perhaps it wasn't too bad to write so late at night?
Cheers!
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