The winds of change have steadily been blowing as of late.  Ya know, one thing I really enjoy about getting older is that you start to learn every struggle is a lesson, every joy is a gift, and that change is your true constant.  When life stops being an enemy you battle, every day is a good day.  Coming on the other side of a hard month, it’s a lot easier to look back and say these things.  Sitting in the depths of the tornado, not so much.  I guess that’s why when it settles down—the winds become breezes—I soak it up and thank God. 

I’m not going to dish or gossip but I will say there have been some things I know to be true.  First and foremost, I am not a good empathizer.  And in some ways, that’s awesome.  I don’t want to tell every friend “I know how that feels” when, in fact, there is no way I know how it feels.  What I CAN say is that if you are hurting then I am hurting.  I think it’s awesome to have that realization but it can also kind of stink when your friends need you to see the situation directly from their own eyes and heart.  I feel like a failure in that area but it’s all I got right now. 

There’s much more to say but I’ve written two articles tonight and I’m wiped out.  Goodnight.