One year ago I experienced an almost comically bad unfortunate series of events. Within about two weeks, I got food poisoning, my childhood dog passed away, my grandfather died of gangrene related complications of all things, we had a close call with my best friend’s will to survive, and the first boy I exchanged “I love you”s with exploded in a fire.
Amidst the raging current of life, it’s hard to process misfortune in the moment without getting pulled under. At the time, I was also (and still am) a struggling and frustrated PhD candidate and a stressed small business owner. I didn’t have time to break my stride long enough to process all of this at once, if that’s even possible. Today, I want to take the time and space to take a look back.
