Hello Life! Nice to meet you, again. I met you at birth, but you lost me in my twenties, and now, I am meeting you again in my thirties; this is for keeps. This was the year that did it for me, pulling me down to the ground on my knees; I was eroding inside, pain-stricken, and begging for any kind of relief. And it came. Almost suddenly, but not without its fair share of work. Humbled by my experience from immobility to insurmountability, I share with you my story. Because this thing called life is merely a composition of stories; the human touch that brings us full circle and ties us to the roots of this world we inhabit. In return, I hope you will grace me with your stories. Somehow all the pain and loss has brought me to this exact moment, and I would not trade it for anything in the world. Every morning I wake up curious and in wonderment of that all encompassing human experience. So shall we?
