It’s been almost a year of holding my breath and at the end of it, the rest of my future was decided on a single Tuesday morning. Now, the weight that has been on my back for the last 11 months has been lifted. I survived. I can finally breathe again. I am still alive.
Alive to do the things I want to do. Alive to do the things I should do. Alive to stay the course I know I have to take. Alive to keep the promises I had to make.
For the most part, there was a price to pay for that victory, both monetarily and emotionally, but like all the hellish trials in my life, surviving them results in me changing my entire perspective of life. Do I consider myself the luckiest person in the world? Yes. Do I think that I still have God’s Grace? Well it’s hard to dispute that now even for an agnostic like myself. Do I have someone in my life that represents the absolute definition of miracles? Most definitely.
Yet life goes on. I can waffle on about how I’ve been feeling for the past few days, drunk on the triumph of the moment and excess energy that has kept me going in the darkness, but the truth is, the world still turns and life still goes on, and rest assured this time I know, I’ll be with it every step of the way.
For now at least, there will always be this song to get me by and a blog to start working on again.