Feeling grateful for where I am in life, physically, mentally. I have no clue where this journey will lead, but it doesn’t really matter.

This is it. I’m here. We’re right where we are at this point in time.

It’s natural to think, plan, hope for the future. It’s good to be excited about what’s to come, and I am damn excited.

But every time I see the sunset, or when I’m with my best friends or even just helping somebody out, what doesn’t matter — the hopes and worries and fears and dreams — they seem to lose significance, their grip on me.

Being in awe makes me feel small; sometimes that’s all we really need. It’s the holidays — winter — it’s hard to believe how fast the time has gone. This season seemed so far ahead six months ago in the heat of summer, when I couldn’t imagine what life would become.

Now I walk beneath the winter moon, the hazy dark blue sky. The air is cold, and I’m happy.