Every year at the beginning of November, I am confronted with the passing of time, the reality of aging, and the importance of living with intention. Last year, I was also confronted by the shadows that still existed inside me. In a group of people I am so blessed to now call friends, I was faced with the choice to dive in or run away. Choosing to take the leap made the difference of a lifetime. 

I was up before the sun this morning to drive to work in a different town. Along the way, I read some (or had read to me, at least), I prayed a lot, I considered many things... and as I watched the sky lighten, the reality of how dark it can get just before dawn hit differently. 

There have been several days in the last month when darkness made a move to take over. The voice of shame spoke so loudly that I could not seem to quiet it... and the balance I have worked so hard to attain felt somewhat tenuous. Most recently, as I approached a meeting yesterday, I was struggling to breathe. Panic set in as I sat in the parking lot, deciding whether or not to run... 

I didn't run... I do my best not to anymore. I went in scared. And God was there.

As I drove back and forth across the state today, I was grateful. Having spent the day connecting with God, with friends, with myself... I'm ready for another year. Not because it will be easy. More because the abundant blessings and sacred companions far outweigh the difficulties.

I'm thankful for you all. 
You bring the dawn.

I love you.
💜💜💜