*warning earnest post*
Iβll be honest Iβve never really been a βbirthdayβ person. Historically, theyβve always bad, and after losing my dad shortly before my 24th birthday it became a marker of a time in my life I wanted to forget.
But the past few years have held so much loss, grief, and even a few near-death experiences that this year felt different. It felt right to commemorate it with a trip to Yosemite alongside my foster, Valentine- who on Easter was hours away from losing her life too.
Iβm filled with so much love and gratitude for this beautifully fucked up life because, as Khalil Gibran said:
βThe deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.β
(Oh, and Valentine is available for adoption through @loveleorescue π€)
