2011: the year that almost wasn’t
I am a woman of many words. But words are beginning to fail me as we approach that most arbitrary, hopeful and hollow promise of new beginnings, the hour when one year becomes another. Each of the past 364 days has dealt me struggles both large and small. I believe I am equally blessed and cursed with a mind that experiences the world more keenly than most, and one that both readily and randomly casts shadows where there should be light.
When light penetrates though, it is bright. I have been blessed with the love of my family and many friends this year, both new and old. Some of them saved my life. All of them made my life worth living. It pains me to reflect too much on the year that almost wasn’t as I begin to look forward, with real hope emerging from a darkness that I once thought interminable. Though my mind and my words tell a story of darkness, my pictures tell a story of bright light. The evidence is there, it’s incontrovertible. The camera is tricky, but it does not lie. This is how I wish to remember 2011.