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I wish I were going to HEAVY AND LIGHT.
What I wouldn’t give to go to a place and be in a room with other people who share my struggle and my pain. For things to make sense for just one night. But mostly to remember that things matter, and that I get to be a part of that. That I’m invited to be a part of that, if I will.
So, though I’m a couple days late, what if my new year’s resolution was to do things that matter?
