The passage of time is something that has always amazed me. A minute can pass so incredibly slowly, and yet it seems as though all I've done is blink and an entire year has gone by. How on earth did that happen?
I look at where my life was a year ago, what I thought I saw when I looked off into the distance, squinting my eyes to see the horizon.
Where I am is not what I thought I saw.
While 365 days ago my current location was not something I considered, I am so thankful for the journey that brought me from there to here.
It has been a process of putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes a sprint, straining to go as far as my legs would carry me as fast as they would carry me. At other times I've struggled on hands and knees, laboring to see the ground beneath me as tears blurred my tired vision. Now I walk, not too fast, but with purpose.
This difficult, beautiful, arduous journey has taught me to be where I am, to look at my surroundings. Because this place that I am, it may be the only time I get to be here. So I breathe deep, remember the smells, listen intently, and try to be content with being here.
It is not where I thought I would be, but I cannot pretend to be anywhere else but where I am, and so: I am here.