Alive

For the first time, in a long time, I feel alive again. The weight of the past few months is slowly leaving and I'm starting to find new meaning in life again. I'm meeting new people that have given hope and inspiration both personally and professionally to me.

June 2008 was the last time I've done anything related to social work. It's silly, but sometimes I forget what this feeling feels like - of knowing right where I'm at, at this moment, is where I'm supposed to be. It's not so much that when I'm not doing social work I feel less alive. It's that when I'm doing it this whole other side of heart is awakened again and that part of me that has been lying dormant is finally opened back up.

On March 12th, one of the girls from my work graduates from rehab. She asked me if I would come. I feel honored. She wants me to be there to meet her family. The other night we stayed up talking about what led her to rehab and her hopes and her fears when she leaves. She told me she believes our paths will cross again, somewhere down the road...I hope they do, and if so, I hope her life is everything she dreams it will be. If anyone can change, it's her. She's one of those people that simply make your life better by knowing them.