Joy isn’t the
absence of
hard things.
It is
what happens
when we don’t
have to carry
them alone.

/brad montague

I don’t know what the future holds,
and for once
that doesn’t scare me.
It feels like standing
at the edge of something.
Not a cliff.
More like a road
I didn’t know existed.
Things are shifting.
Old skin falling off.
There’s a strange kind of electricity
in the air lately.
Like life is stretching its legs
after a long sleep
and saying,
“Alright.
Let’s begin this adventure.”