I love my life.
It is messy, loud, flawed, imperfect, frustrating, over-extended, bittersweet, and average.
It is also blissful, awe inspiring, tender, meaningful, soul stretching, hysterically funny, and filled with unspeakable joy.
And it is mine. And I am blessed. I see it, and I feel it. I am humbled by what it is now, and what it is becoming.
That is all.