I realized, earlier today, that it has been about a year since I returned from my wriatus and began blogging again on this site with my “Hard Story”, before I knew to call it that; before I even know what “it” was. For some reason I had thought that my first post back was my big “The Hardest Post I’ve Ever Written.”, where I came out with my Postpartum Depression. I was incorrect. My first posts back were my serialized posts of my Birth Story with my son. Let’s just say I dipped a toe in before making the big dive.

Well, when I look back at what I was writing a year ago, it is not so much different in content, but it is from a different place and a different person. Things that were in the foreground then are now in my background, and I have new characters playing lead roles.

Almost exactly a year ago I wrote this post called Living. It struck me, because it could have been written today.

But, what struck me more deeply, more emotionally, is that I was able to do what that card implied;

and that’s called life.