On Turning 46 | Removing Gravity

Things had been heavy. The weight of failure, the weight of doubt, the weight of responsibility, the weight of disappointment, the weight of guilt, the weight of anger, the weight of annoyance. The weight of the blankets I tried to hide under. So much gravity. But this year has been a year of removing that gravity. I welcome this forty-sixth birthday with open arms and the bearable weight of still being alive and what I’ve managed to learn in the last three hundred and sixty-five days.