getting older

and just like that, 26 becomes 27.

growing up sometimes feels so hard. i will revel in that lush travail. and celebrate the whole dizzyingly diverse array of lived mortality.

i am grateful for twenty-seven years of being alive. i am astounded by all the beauty that has been crammed into my mortal existence, including and especially the searing, beautiful pain. i am thankful for the hollowing and the filling and the mending and the overflowing. and somehow, i am grateful that twenty-seven doesn’t look like i imagined it might look.


mostly, i am thankful for the hope that streams through my veins that tells me that certainly the best is yet to come.