Time has a funny way about it; maybe there is something to the whole space-time continuum thing. There are those divots of joy or pain when time seems to stand still, but those inevitably accelerate up to the baseline again and the days will blur into weeks into months.
It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year since…oh Lord, so many things. Virginia and back again. Losing Chiles. Saying goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Moving back. Losing the spark. Puerto Rico. Doors closed. Doors opened. Limping forward. Burning out. Cutting my losses. Digging deep. Jamaica. Las Vegas. Puerto Rico again. Digging deeper. Moving through and moving forward. The days have been long but the weeks and months fast. “Every breath has come to this…one step closer.”