The Year That Taught Me to Live (Final Series)
A closing meditation on what 365 days of daily reflection revealed about building a life that holds What the Beginning Couldn’t Have Known When you begin something, you carry hope but you lack sight. You don’t know what the middle will ask of you. You can’t predict the days that will test your resolve or the mornings that will restore it. You start with intention, maybe even desperation, but you cannot yet comprehend what the accumulation of days will build inside you. On day one, I was writing from survival. The words came from a place of need, to make sense of unemployment, shame, isolation, the feeling of having fallen behind while the world moved on. I needed to prove something, maybe to myself, or maybe to anyone watching. I needed to feel productive when every other measure of productivity had been stripped away. I thought I was beginning a project. I didn’t realize I was beginning a relationship with myself. The early episodes were raw because they had to be. I was excavat...