"that future is almost gone,
but it is not lost"
-LOTR3.

"don't promise when you're happy,
don't reply when you're angry,
and don't decide when you're sad"

i read some good quotes. I'm going to dinner with my roommate, but when i get back i will finish the thoughts. oh accountability

a shooting star.

this past week has been good and connective. i am grateful and present and that is good. but it is also a sad week. a couple important people in my life are moving this weekend and that is sad. tyler & taylor & dr williams, who can make me cry still just thinking about him. he is a good man.

but hannah is leaving and that makes me the saddest of all. my best friend of the last 6 years. the best most honest version of grace. the goofiest of giggles on any given sunday. and I'm sad about it. we will be okay. but it is still sad. we've hung out a good bit this semester, and more intentionally (how is that possible?) in the last week. and each time, it has been goofy and laugh filled. but at the end, our deep parts come out to play. and we share the good things we see in each other. what we've learned and what we can still laugh about. it is already nostalgic. CS Lewis has a quote about friends in a group & how each person is important for more than just themselves. each person has something unique about them that draws out another quality in someone else. i always think of hannah cause no one can get me to laugh the way we do when we're together. no one thinks its normal to add "pants" or "city" to the end of any given word. how many exchanged words at the raise of an eye brow.

she is moving and i am sad. and it is okay to be sad. there is no world ending, no clinging, just simple sadness. its real. the whole thing. this weird world is real. and we're in it.

brad and i worked together tonight and on our walk back, it was my favorite kind of cold. i love it. brad turned on his street and i finished my walk. i looked up and stared at the stars because they are my favorite winter things. even more than snow flakes. i saw a shooting star. and it wasn't just a glimpse, that sucker was hanging out for a minute. and then it faded, cause it really wasn't a plane. it was a good star. and i saw it cause i was looking up, not down and not around. just up.

so even in sadness, there is a hope. it is real and I'm connected to it somehow. even with my best friend moving across continents, we will still laugh. even with tyler moving, we will still find the finer things. even with dr williams moving back to kentucky, we will wrestle with theology. we will keep going because what is left is resilience and hope.

and i am connected to it.

this too i remembered.

i would write more, were it not for the long days.
but the longs days are many in this season. not to say they are bad, simply, at their ends, i can muster strength for a glass of wine, a laugh, and a collapse into bed. but typically the last one.

but this too i want to remember.
sometimes, all it takes to make things feel sacred is christmas lights hanging from your bedroom windows. just enough light to make shaving your legs in the dark bathroom manageable. because sometimes it is better to do things while forcing yourself to ask how it feels.

i walk barefoot some days just to feel the earth. i sit on my porch some nights, regardless of my exhaustion, just to feel the cold on my face. just to know my irish cheeks will turn red. just to be. just to feel. in hopes of knowing.

i got coffee with my professor the other day and i let her see me. i was seen. and i was not afraid. she was kind, and i shared. i did not give, but i shared. they are different some days. she was so kind and so wise and so willing. i did not share everything, nor did i need to. but she let me give her a context of me. i connected to the Better Good. i can look at my life and know its goodness. i can see it & perceive it. but sometimes i can't connect to it. sometimes i can, and when it is there, i am happy. but for many of the past days, i haven't been able to. and then i did. i connected to the Better Good. the Really Real. i connected. and i felt hopeful afterwards. i am motivated. i am trying. i am feeling grace again. i see my bags. i know where they are. some are getting unpacked again. but i can carry them a little better, because i am connected. "if we could do it on our own, we would". we are wired for connection, and designed for struggle. a good life holds the two in tension, and says, "come in. you can come in here. you are welcomed."

that is the better good. slowing down is nice. breathing is good. vulnerability leads to connection, and connection aids a whole array of ailments, both internal and external. love is the thing that says yes you can, and i will be here with little concern of the consequence.

so hip hip hooray to trying. as it was, as it is, and as it will be.