The year that passed took its first step by taking an unexpected road. Finished with school and no longer working. Was given all this free time to spend doing things I'd been meaning to do for a long time, and it wasn't until I was no longer so so busy that I realized how exhausted I was from running after the world. How much I needed the slower pace. Three months later I turned 23 and asked myself where I would be in another three months, just because. Made a note of it in my notebook to check back on when the time came. Just because. Three months passed and I sat in awe of Allah's decree as everything changed in front of me. Light. Another three months. I thought back to where I was less than a year ago, and it is still hard to process that so much could and did happen in such a short time. Alhamdulillah. There is no such thing as being grateful enough. Four months or so since then. It is quieter in this town, but it is warm. I used to frequently write about coldness, how it seemed to envelope everything sometimes. It is not cold here. And these days, I need to remind myself of that, because the mind plays tricks and the devil whispers. But it is not cold here. It is so, so warm. It is enveloping.
