Orbit Twenty Eight

Back to civilization I come! This past weekend has honestly been the best I’ve had in recent memory, and while I’m a little bummed to have to go back to normal life again, I AM please that it was as wonderful as I could have hoped 🙂 I have so many rad, interesting, knowledgeable, entertaining, loveable, High Quality humans in my life, and it’s always a treasure to work and play alongside them all.
This last year has been rough, not gonna lie. Kicking off my 27th orbit around this bright pain orb called the sun with my neighbor trying to drunkenly gut me alive certainly didn’t help. And while I’ve had a few small victories here and there, shit was mostly on a downward trend since. It’s been an exhausting year. I’ve been pretty tired, and staring down more questions and challenges than I have answers for. I’ve felt the human engine within me stalling regardless of how hard I’ve been thrashing at the gas. I’ve watched the world around me and the world within me both catch fire and burn not with passion and exuberance but with terror and pain.
Orbit Twenty Eight has begun. Looking back on the year behind me reminds me of a whole lot of strife with little triumph, but it also reminds me that it’s over. Space and Time move on, and until I manage to become a literal deity, so shall I as well. I struggled a lot to return to who I used to be because I wasn’t feeling like myself lately, but I’m starting to realize that’s ok. Orbit 28 begins and I know I’m not who I was, but I’m ready now more than every to see who I’ll become. I’m reminded of the tools already in my hands. I’m reminded of the things I really want to accomplish in my life. I’m reminded of my ability. I’m reminded that I can do things that matter.
I’m reminded that I don’t actually even need to return to normal life. And I’m reminded more than ever that I don’t think I want to. I’m coming home, yes. But I’m never returning to the space and time I left behind at Logan airport 2:30 pm on a drizzly Wednesday in April. I’m free. For a girl some call Bird I’ve been uncomfortably pitted in the ground lately. But I’ve been reminded of the skies I’ve been aching to soar.
Time to dust some feathers off and become the next person I’ve been Aching to be.
With Drunken love from an airport bar,

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