twenty-five

They say that with age comes wisdom, but lately I’ve been thinking that as I get older, life becomes more confusing. I feel like I should have some incredibly profound words to say today, or maybe a thoughtfully reflective description of the past year. Instead, I sit here listening to the beautiful soothing voice of a singer I heard perform on Thursday, and I think back to that night, but no further. There is so much that has happened and is yet to happen that I can only take in a few days at a time. If I look too far back I am overwhelmed by my experiences, and if I look too far forward the weight of my uncertainty becomes much too heavy a burden. But right now there is no need to look around; I am unbelievably happy where I am. I spend my days surrounded by people whom I love and who love me. We support and take care of one another and work together to figure out what we are to with this life we’ve been given. So as I end the chapter on what has undoubtedly been the best year of my life, I hesitate to lift my pen from the paper for fear that there will never be another quite as good. But I know I have to just keep going and hope that each day brings with it another story to tell.