This Time Last Year.
I used to think strength and courage meant stifling our tears. I now know we can be brave while bawling until barely able to breathe. 2021 taught me that. Again and again.
Waves washed over me during a staycation with my husband in the Florida Keys.
There’s a question that reverberates at all hours. It nudges me awake. I hear its echo, faint at first, and louder in recent weeks. During the day. In the middle of the night. It has zero regard for time zones.
Where were you this time last year?
I’ve grappled with grief. Been grateful for the good. And surfed the waves of the surges in between.
When whispers crescendo to cries, I know it’s time to pour it onto the page. Why? Because maybe the answers will resonate with you, too.
This time last year, my nest was full.
This time last year, three fur babies frolicked in my home.
This time last year, my childhood friend was alive.
This time last year, I was not vaccinated.
This time last year, I rarely left the house or wore anything with a button.
This time last year, I dreamt about taking a leap of faith.