December brought me great things.
Its door opened with a burst of light, a force so powerful that it knocked me to the ground.
Something that surely was not ordinary.
I was moving through life alright. Recovering from the past,
taking my time. Walking at my own pace. It was slow at first. I could barely rise from the initial blow
of the heartbreak that was August.
I was being productive with my life, though. I was focused on the important things at hand. School mostly, and finding a job.
Being with friends again.
Making a few,
and trying to learn how to gently reject those that wanted more.
That was October and November.
(September was just searing pain.)
I like to think of my life in months now. What each month has brought me.
I didn’t before, and now I know why.
That’s not important, but what is
is why I do now.
It’s because of December.
I went into it just fine.
A little busy.
But my time was being occupied,
I was truly focused, and my heart was healing, that’s all that mattered.
It was a state of mind I had not been in for years.
I had no peace before.
But then it found me.
No, I cannot say I found it.
That is simply not the case.
This thing, what found me, it was more than pure coincidence.
It was carefully planned by a power I know nothing of.
It was right.
It IS right.
It is powerful and true.
It is something I didn’t think I wanted.
Something I didn’t know I needed.
But now I’m here, irrevocably and fervently.
It is something worth giving my heart for.
It is peace like I have never, ever known, and I never want it to go away.