An Anniversary of Sorts

A year ago today, I was sitting in a hammock on a beach looking out across the Atlantic Ocean. I was feeling ill - as I had become accustomed to - but had yet to realize the source of the pain. My current relationship had made me ambivalent. I wanted more, but I was the only one that wanted it.

Ten months ago today, I gave up on finding someone to believe in. I resolved to be alone and guard myself from becoming attached to any woman. Months later, I met Her, and I forgot this resolution completely. I believed again.

Three months ago today, I was driving a truck loaded with everything I owned. I spent twelve hours crossing two provinces fueled only by hope.

Today, I am greater than the man I was a year ago. For that I celebrate my situation.

Tomorrow will always be better.