we make plans only for ourselves, the center of no one’s world but our own.
we are blessed to be loved by many, to know that we are capable & strong, and that every step is an act of our own will.
this is neither celebration nor funeral, only a certainty in singularity, and a quietness that comes with solitude. some days it’s the hardest lesson to swallow & other days, a great gift. we have learned how to be ourselves.