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Sometimes I hate reading back through my LJ archives. As much as I've gained in my life, as much as I'm on the cusp of making a life of my own, on my own, I've lost so much. That's life, sure. But my journal from 2004 to 2009 seems like a tapestry of loss and longing, and reading it makes me sad. I really need to shake the dust off of my phone book and call my friends from college, even just to say hi.
In retrospect, the sadness that I feel, the memories dredged up from this, they're tempered by the fact that I've moved on. I never fell that I didn't get back up and keep going, or I wouldn't be here to read it. For everything I've lost, I've tried to fill my life again, and so far it has worked.
Goddess, God, I raise a toast to you, who have kept me in times of darkness and sorrow and reminded me always that the future is always there, full of new things. And to all of my friends who have been with me through it all, and to all of the ones I have made since, you have my eternal gratitude and love.
In retrospect, the sadness that I feel, the memories dredged up from this, they're tempered by the fact that I've moved on. I never fell that I didn't get back up and keep going, or I wouldn't be here to read it. For everything I've lost, I've tried to fill my life again, and so far it has worked.
Goddess, God, I raise a toast to you, who have kept me in times of darkness and sorrow and reminded me always that the future is always there, full of new things. And to all of my friends who have been with me through it all, and to all of the ones I have made since, you have my eternal gratitude and love.