Lately I keep coming back to this. make change. make change. make change.
What does that even mean to me? What do I want it to mean to me? How can I make change? Can I make change. ? Can one person make a difference?
These are the things I've been thinking about. Now, I'm not talking change the world stuff, I'm thinking more along the lines of making a difference in someone's day, adding to my community in a creative way, or simply surprising and delighting someone.
Maybe those things do change the world.
School has been overwhelming, challenging, and ahhh-mazing at the same time. My volunteer work is going well and I still love the agency. Yet, something is missing. I don't feel like I am well, making change.
I am going to work on this a bit and see how I can make change.
One year later and the hole in my heart is no smaller.
One year later I am able to remember the lessons I learned.
One year later I am practicing more patience.
One year later I am living more fully.
One year later I am not having any regrets.
One year later I am loving fully for as long as I am able.
One year later I realize that loving the way I loved you is the only way to live.
One year ago Harper died, a piece of my heart died that day too. One year later as much as it hurts I can smile and be thankful for the time we shared.
How can one animal mean so much? Be such a vehicle of learning and a catalyst of self improvement? How does one animal make us laugh, cry, dream, and live more fully? I can't answer these questions, I just know one animal did; Harper.