family is a GOOD THING.

being with family makes sense. it never used to. family always reminded me of things painful. reminded me of fragmented memories that ended in tears, or opened up stories from a well i tried to hide by burying them in darkness. but now, somehow, i feel different. the shards of my past dont cut like they used to. i dont bleed with insecurity and hurt from a hard childhood anymore. and seeing how i react with my family NOW is testament to this present growth? this softening joy that has made it impossible for me to remember my childhood as dark. my sister and i are forever best friends, and i wouldn't change that for anything. she is amazing and strong and bold--things i want to be. in her, i see beauty. integrity. humbleness. and in being with her, i feel rejuvenated. cleansed. understood. it is so marvelous how family can truly band together and give us a back bone worth celebrating. i love it... i hope this "high" lasts... i hope this helps me in my final push... i hope i dont forget all of this... i hope many many things...