My great-grandmother died on Sunday and we're all still reeling from it. She was basically my mother for most of my life and the grief almost drowned me when I went to see that side of my family... But I survived it. That's what I do. I survive things and pray to eventually be able to live, rather than just be.

a lower-case thought: things could always be worse but they could also always be better.

Promptings from God are leading me out west, to a state where I know literally one person and I haven't talked to that person since before I got married. Needless to say I'm reeling - excited, but afraid.

I love you, i love you, i love you