Life's repeated and unrelentless attempts to break me in the past year, were darkly comedic. Griefs, heartaches, accidents, vandalism, and an endless buffet of disappointments too ugly to mention, all deeply challenged my existence to the core. My soul took a beating. But guess who's still standing, still creating, and still laughing! I've had worse years that served as training for this, from which I emerged stronger and wiser. I formed meaningful bonds with a small army of brave, mindful individuals who support me just the way I am, and I am utterly fulfilled and grateful to have found not just one but many soul mates in friendship form, which, given how multifacetedly unconventional I fancy myself to be, is really a pleasant surprise, and source of all things fun.
In 2017, I write my own destiny. I am big enough to be my own mother and my own lover. And renewing my inner stubbornness that no difficulty can break.
3:37 p.m. - 2017-01-01