Sometimes tragic life events happen to your friends that help put your own life into perspective.

I had a really bittersweet weekend with some pretty quality friends that made me realize just that. I am taking the night to count my blessings and think through the stressors in my life and letting go of the ones that really just don't matter.

I'm listening to Ryan Adams on repeat.

I am finding solace in being alone and the silence between the songs.

I am trusting and taking comfort that I am not in control.  There is a gravity to this that I do not think that we, as "young people", think about. We are not immortal. We are not invincible.