Sometimes you’re lost for words about all you’re feeling, about an experience, or a life. And then someone articulates those feelings for you. And all you can do is feel grateful.
I love this beautiful essay in Brooklyn Magazine from Helena Fitzgerald, The View Behind: This is Your Life, Until It Isn’t. As Fitzgerald says,
I long to return to the time when everyone I loved stood together on the starting line, in a briefly available closeness spurred by the fact that nothing had happened to us yet, that we were the things that were going to happen to one another.