It’s after 10 p.m. as I write this, and I’m sipping a cup of joe because that’s my idea of living dangerously.
This has been such a happy week, following three of the roughest months. Maybe there is something to the idea that it’s always darkest before the dawn (also a lovely song by Tori Kelly).
What’s all this about—you’ll ask—and what on earth does it have to do with books?
Dear reader, I’ve recovered my zest for life. As I was telling a friend, it’s felt absent for some time, and that absence heightened by recent experiences. It got to such a point where I started to question everything and felt I was just drifting from day to day emptily. After some prayer, timely conversations, and little mercies throughout this week, I feel like I’ve found myself again, with a shred of confidence it’s going to last this time.
Changes are coming… I am writing prose again, or attempting to. I’ve been editing my poems, still hoping to self-publish this year. I have an idea of where to go next with this bookish hobby, which is so dear as having been with me for 12 years now. I see how uplifting the reading community has been for me, and how so much I’ve read has helped lead me to this moment (please excuse a little caffeinated melodrama 😊).
One journey has ended and another one is taking its place.
On that note, here are some moments from my hike today, up at Rainier with my dad and brother. It was so bright I could barely see what I was doing with the camera, and what you can’t see is that said hike was cut short by a bout of altitude sickness. 😩 Still… I got about four hours in and made it back to the car in one piece, so, all’s well that ends well!