I am writing on day eight of being in isolation with Covid. As I look out my window there is fresh snow on the ground and a crisp chill in the air, it’s the end of May. Many emotions arise inside me wondering when the official start of spring will begin. Yet, as a collective motto of the state right now, I am grateful for the moisture.

My life from that moment has become one of a continuous honoring of myself. Discovering and exploring the darkness so that I can find the light. I’ve spent the past six years healing and always reminding myself, that I am not alone. My twenties were challenging, beautiful, expansive, and full of the greatest lessons. Many of those lessons I’ll share below.

A welcome to May unlike any other. Snow greeted us just yesterday. It feels as if a never ending winter here. My heart aches for the sunshine, yet is brought to ease by more moisture soaking the earth before warm days and deep fears of forest fires arrive. As the winter lingers, and my twenties too, I am excited. My thirties are approaching in just a few short days. I am standing with my arms wide open, ready to welcome this new chapter of my life.