This concept of time. Incredible how it passes so quickly. I stumbled upon my abandoned blog by accident. I am supposed to be studying for finals, which begin in one week from today. If only I could tell my teachers that I can't control when I am inspired to write (resulting in deviation from the course of studies). Thank goodness google stores and retains everything. What a precious gem- to have that time of my life preserved (albeit, for better and worse). I applaud my then younger self for being so brave during a time when I was so scared. I wish I had written more. That summer, simply put, was a summer of struggle. I was 23 years old, going through a painfully terrible divorce and trying to finish my degree. In the blink of an eye, it was as if the happy life I "was supposed to have" was being taken for me. Everything was in a state of crisis and uncertainty. Everything except my faith. It was faith that anchored me. Through faith, I could see and feel what can only be described as divine inspiration. The journey that continued from that time was also not easy. My faith became shaky as I began to lean on my own strength and separate myself from what I began to resent. I lacked much of the social support I once had while living in "the bubble". Many of the superficial wounds healed; the sticks and stones gave me a thicker skin. In some ways though, the deepest of wounds remain yet to be seen. I remember when I started this blog. I didn't know what to call it. I felt as if life was anything but beautiful. If it was, I certainly wasn't seeing anything beautiful around me. I wish I could say there was a miraculous sign from the skies, but it was rather uneventful. I was kneeling on the cheapest grade of hunter green carpet feeling empty. There were no tears left to cry, no words to be said, no peace to be found. In that moment though, I distinctively remember a calm unlike anything else. It's like the burning in your throat before you cry feeling, combined with the tide, washing away what feels like everything. Soul detox. And in that moment, I felt so small, recognizing so many of the great things I could enjoy, and a hint of future of things yet to be revealed that would be my greatest of joys. A decision to pray for goodness in my soul has made all the difference from that point forward in my life. The fast-forward-to-the-present continues to be a journey. I wait at times patiently, at times impatiently, as the pathway continues to unfold. Far from perfection, but growing with each hurdle that presents itself. With that being said, I will get back to my studies... and hopefully tend to my blog more often!