Collecting Moments
“Collect moments, not things.” This is a phrase I’ve heard a million times. It’s a cute caption for Instagram or a sweet sentiment to share in passing. It’s quaint. Charming. Trite. For me, it’s where I am at present. It’s hard to believe I’m anywhere at present, especially here. Goodness knows I never thought I’d be here, but I am: collecting moments. I love my life. I savor every moment. I celebrate. I enjoy. I exist. And for that, I’m grateful,. Eight years ago this month, my best friend committed suicide. I remember where I was the moment I found out (I often wonder if Joe, my Resident Assistant who was doing a standard room check at that exact second, is scarred from watching me double over on the couch, wailing as I did). It still stings my soul, some days the wound is as fresh as when I found out my name was in her note. I vividly remember straightening my hair three years later, in my first ever apartment, and falling to my knees on the bathroom floor, overwhelmed with...