Everything is finally starting to come together, and the pieces of my life have begun to create such a beautiful mosaic. It seems so clear to me now that I cannot help but laugh.
If my life hadn’t been ripped to its foundation, I never would have become its architect.
It’s so fun to begin building from the ground up, to get back to this unshakable foundation of friends and family who have weathered my storms.
It takes so long to realize that a life should be built with laughter.
On the nights when I’m too anxious to laugh, I stop my building and go sailing on the sidewalks. I let myself be pushed along by the wind, and I remember my father in the garage laughing. I remember him telling me it would rain, but that storm has passed.
Now, there isn’t a drop on my sail, and my mind no longer howls.
Those days when I was petrified by fear have come and gone, and I am not stone.
I am not stone.