I told you that my life was almost always exceptionally great, but that I was having a hard time. I considered myself in between greatnesses.
I'm back in greatness.
The past week has been incredibly good. There has been closure from old wounds that I thought would take a lot longer to heal. There have been people reaching out to me, from seemingly nowhere, to tell me exactly what I need to hear. There have been very clear messages received. There have been fears that have been appeased and lessened. There has been a ton of dancing. There has been new favorite music that I can't (and don't want to) get out of my head. There has been incredible generosity and providence. During the past two months, greatness felt few and far between. In the past week, I feel like I have boarded a plane in Nebraska, where there are plenty of beautiful things, but not the things that I wanted, flown on a really turbulent flight, then arrived safe and sound in the middle of a new city that already feels like home.
