Away We Stay: Firsts
You know that moment when you know you're going to have to do something really, desperately unpleasant? And you know that it's going to suck and that you're actively making the choice to do the sucky thing? But you also know that if you don't, something awful is going to happen and you'll rue the day when you had the choice whether or not to do the sucky thing?
Away We Go: Lasts, Part Two
Long way from home, they say. Those are the beginners. I was one of them hundreds of days ago.
Away We Go: Lasts
Why do we assign so much importance to what happens at the end? Why do the feelings in the last few minutes count for more than the thousands that came before? As if a good "last" could make up for any shortcomings beforehand.
Away We Go: Wildfire
But there is green poking up through the blackened earth. These tiny threads are short and vibrant like the first shoots in April that poke their heads questioningly from the earth. Is it time? they ask in a whisper. They are vulnerable. There is a good chance it is not time.