So far this year, I have dealt with a lot of contrast.
Contrast is the term I use when I don’t want to say a more accurate yet colorful expletive to describe all the yucky, unwelcomed stuff that happens.
It has been, nonetheless, a phase of contrast.
And I know that saying of what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but honestly, I think I am strong enough.
The last 10 months have made me feel like the earth beneath my feet was made of quicksand and nothing was stable.
The space in between