how I bought my very own house in a neighborhood I have adored since before I ever even committed to denver.
what it’s like to really live alone.
how proud I am of my dearest friends for accomplishing BIG things. like graduating law school. and how much I enjoyed celebrating that joy. how far we’ve all come.
the business trips. the road trips. the open sky.
juggling a full work schedule and finishing Q2 of graduate school.
how I am discovering to push the limits of my comfort zone. like learning to mountain bike. I bought a ridiculously nice lime green yeti mountain bike (that far surpasses my skill level) and named her lola. and strange enough she’s already taught me a lot about myself I didn’t know.
and the great group of friends I am learning to lean on. and who’ve been holding me up through the unmentionables.
the painful things I am ‘surviving” that I’d rather just not give voice to. because once I give them their own words then they become real.
but broken hearts are very real.
and to be honest I wish that I could cut up my emotions into a million little pieces and let them flutter into the hot summer air on my long drive home to the mountains.
so here’s the thing…
I’m really discovering how strong I am.
broken hearts are not broken lives. and mine is very much full.