I can’t believe it’s been a year. I can’t believe it’s only been a year. People always say that in a year, everything in your life can change. I never really believed it. At least not for me. But now, I am living proof that it's true. Over the last year, I’ve talked a lot about the pain. The loss. The fear. The strength it took to keep moving when I wasn’t sure I could. But what I haven’t talked about enough is the beauty that came from it all. Somehow, in the middle of what

Of all the things that have happened this past year, one of the strangest to me has been this— How many people have told me I’m positive. That I have good energy. That I’m uplifting. That I seem lighter. More peaceful. Less stressed. The energy—sure. That’s always been there. You don’t run a life like this without it. But positive? Peaceful? That’s new. In 39 years, I can’t remember anyone describing me that way. If anything, I think there were years people thought I was hard

335 days…335 days ago, life as I knew it ended. Game over. The 18 months before had been hard—but not the kind of hard you don’t come back from. I thought could be an ending where everything was okay. I thought we were going to be fine. And then, without warning—it was over. Like a ton of bricks. No conversation. No transition. Just… gone. We were erased in a single day. With a snap of his fingers—my home, the barn I had spent most hours of most days of my life in—poof. I did