2014 - and 29 - have gotten off to a very rough start for me. I'm sorry I haven't been around much. The truth is that my recent time at a graveside, and at a hospital, and in general feeling overwhelmingly sad ... are not things I can elaborate on here.

But I remind myself that overwhelmingly sad is not something I could've handled a few years ago. Things are tough, but I no longer live in the bottom of a dark hole. That helps.

I've been going to yoga again. I found an instructor I love and I look forward to her class. It's been a nice change of pace from dragging myself there begrudgingly. That helps.

I look for the little pockets of joy in day-to-day life. They're less obvious these days, but they're still there. And that helps.

Wine helps. And Lush Bath Bombs help.

But most of all, the amazing people in my life help. People I am honored and privileged to call my family and friends. They inspire me to search for strength and keep at it.

I've learned that sometimes when the chips are down, the toughest part is not to keep on living but knowing how to live.

I'll let you know if I figure it out. But for now, I'm doing my best every day. And that's good enough.

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