Even when something "bad" happens there remains room for grace. Last weekend when I visited my hometown, (Greenwood Lake, baby), to attend a casual reunion of sorts, I think my friends who are in the know, expected for me to be a bit broken. Don't get me wrong - there are some crappy moments, filled more with anger than with tears, but in general I'm really okay. Remember - it's the choices we make following a blow that define us. Since I have the option every single day of my life to be the person I want to be, I choose this:
|Me and Ginny trying to wave off a photo interloper|
Rather than this:
|Blurry zombie girl|
Although this is essentially a silly post, I wanted to assure you DelSo readers that I am fine. Life continues and each day offers new opportunities for happiness and peace. I am surrounded by friends, warmth and optimism. And - even though I have no intention of walking like a zombie, I did enjoy watching others plodding their way up Central Avenue yesterday evening. Check out photos of beautiful grace and zombies walking in the album below.