As I am trotting down the road that is the path of the most difficult time of the year for me (and, the best! It is, after all, Christmas….), I have clung to the song "Smallest Wingless" by Craig Cardiff.
This road is a path that is narrow, and dark, and leads to a culmination that renders nothing….the culmination is daunting. This culmination is nothing that escapes me throughout the rest of the year, but this Christmas road narrows, and crystallizes my searing pain.
Yesterday, I had played the song several times at work. And, when I say "several," I mean it was a broken record.
In many ways this is nothing but a microcosm of who I am, and who I have become. It seems as though my life has been put on hold, and I am set to repeat over and over and over and over….nothing has tripped the repeat just yet.
Will it ever?
Year 1.
Year 2.
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