2016 January 26
And then suddenly, in a flash, we are already a month deep into 2016. How can it be?
I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a difficult time starting this year.
Throughout the final days of 2015, I found myself surrounded by stories of people I know personally, hurting deeply. I saw sadness and despair. I didn’t just see it, the empath in me felt it.
Meanwhile, I was experiencing the contrast of an upswing of joy in my own story of life and love. And I was fully experiencing the privilege of being home in the arms of my family, while feeling as if I was pressing pause on life, disconnecting from obligations or trivial responsibilities. I felt undeserving, and almost guilty getting to breathe in these cherished moments for what felt like days and days.
Then came 2016.