This last week ended with what seemed like overwhelming amounts of conflicting emotions. People were in the hospital, people were angry, people were sad, people were so deeply hurt that even those i know who fight the hardest were wanting to just throw in the towel. I don't think my social sphere is that much different than the majority of people around me, so i'm assuming that my weekend wasn't uncommon.  We all have those days, those weeks, those months, those seasons where things just don't seem to be going the way we had planned.  Life has to happen. People will laugh, people will cry, and people will give up or keep fighting. it's just part of it.  I'm learning to take things as they come. 


"we are all, each one, broken. Some more than others, but all a collection of moments we wish were different. To move forward is to be brave, to stare behind, is to waste precious time. Life has begun, and the past will remain as we left it. those may be the only constants"