365 Days
Today marks one year since the hardest day of my life so far.
I played a concert tonight under one of my collegiate mentors, who is one of the strongest and smartest people I know. I’ve had the opportunity to play first chair these past three weeks, and it was extraordinarily special to play first for her.
I listened to our rendition of “Shenandoah” on the way home, driving near the airport at 12:30 am. Without even thinking about it, I said out loud to myself: “I think I am finally healed.”
My heart has and continues to be mended. I am so grateful to feel finally some inklings of healing.
Things come and go and it is okay to feel all feelings about all of it. I wish I could go back to my younger self and tell her all of these things.
Eternally grateful for my achievement and growth in the last year. I could not have imagined a year ago that I would be here.
Oh, Shenandoah, I’m bound to leave you,
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I’m bound to leave you,
Away, I’m bound away, across the wide Missouri.
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