Birthdays Matter.

The difference a year makes. The difference, two, three… eight. Eight years make a lot of difference when you’re looking back. Today I celebrate the first day of Spring with a type of fondness that surpasses other seasonal beginnings. It is also four days to my 26thbirthday. I've always loved the timing of this day in my life.

Close. Comfort. And Something Like Courage.

Once again, I find myself sitting in Starbucks. On my drive through Eastern Kentucky into town, I figured this trip would be no different than the others. Today has been a mundane day. Nothing awful, but also nothing extraordinary. I grabbed my backpack. Macbook, journal, headphones - my usual. I took the same route as …