It was a hot minute since I went through a drastic, tumultuous time of the year. Read — that meant, for most of the year. I often felt helpless and anxious half the time, and the other half? Flat and resigned.

While I wish that all the past tense has truly passed, the harsh reality is that takes more than one bright moment to turn one’s world around. It may require several bright lights, in fact.

But that’s okay. Today, I have learned to tell myself that it’s okay. And that one step?

It’s good enough.

Hello to you, 38.