Note # ?: It's Getting Better All The Time

This weekend was quiet compared to last weekend's concerts and getaways. It was both peaceful and kind of annoying. There was plenty of time to read and then plenty of time to feel lonely.

But I realized that even though it's still okay to feel like there is someone missing in your life, you aren't consumed by their being anymore. Instead of all day of sadness, it's a single moment. And one breath of loss is better than many breaths of loss.

And though things aren't perfect. Fair from it, actually. I kind of feel happy. And excited about what is to come.