January came in with a bang, reminding me that it was time to return, and return I did, in many ways.
I returned from semester’s end and time off with family and friends to the thick of restructuring workday and home life, with disruptive snow thrown in for good measure.
I returned to the realization that I am human and broken and when I am stressed, what spills out is not kind.
I returned to the reminder that returning takes time and feels rather backwards, but sometimes we need to go back to move forward.
January, 2015, is gone for good, and February frowns in my direction, but through it all, I will continue to trust that returning is good and be comforted in knowing that I am not alone.