It is a hard year for me. I have suffered in silence, privately breaking into pieces while still dragging myself and my life along. I wish it wasn’t so hard to fully transition into the person I am to be. Still and all: life is still beautiful and I’m learning that these challenging moments are what give my life the character which makes it so.

May you, too, walk in the beauty of the life you live and admire the cracks in the delicate curve thereof—tracing your own fingers around the cracks filled with the golden light of His glory.