The year I ran. The year I got lost. Alive. Broken. Hurt. Lost and found. Scared. Very. So much it hurt. And I learned. To breathe. To stay whole. To try again. And I kept swimming. And I sank yet again. It was hard. To keep going. To not fly away. Or sink. But I stayed strong. And happy. And I kept trying. Everyday. Wrote a blog.Climbed a mountain. Ran 13 miles. And then couldn’t run anymore. Lost friends. And made quite a few. And couldn’t sing or breathe but I still wasn’t dead. Isn’t it great. To be. Alive.

Happy birthday to me and goodbye you beautiful twenty-four. You’ve been eye opening, life changing, beautiful. Look forward to my next 365 days.


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