As I sit here in my favorite coffeeshop in Jackson, Mississippi, licking my favorite popsicle…

I reminisce of all of the different palates of growth, lessons, and emotions.

There were many more days of crying than laughing, but today, I feel blessed to be able to feel.

I feel so strongly that I can’t ever tell what I’ll be going through from one moment to the next.

I look back though, and I am grateful for every moment that has passed… all the good and all of the bad. Feeling makes me free. 

Wrapping up my time here in Jackson makes my heart weep. Sometimes, it makes me feel like I am breaking up with my violin. My violin has really been through everything with me– humiliation on stage, tears in the practice room…all of the truly vulnerable moments of my life.

The next adventure awaits, and I am excited. My body is reverting back to the way it used to be. I am slowly recognizing my patterns, my likes and dislikes… I am no longer bound. 


A Time for Everything

 For everything there is a season,
    a time for every activity under heaven.
 A time to be born and a time to die.
    A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
    A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
    A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
    A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
 A time to search and a time to quit searching.
    A time to keep and a time to throw away.
 A time to tear and a time to mend.
    A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
    A time for war and a time for peace.

-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8


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