It's like for the first time in a very long time, I can breathe again. Years of struggle and hardship have brought me to the place where I am today. A place of excitement. A place of joy. A place of wonder. As the seasons start to shift from struggle to strength, the joy sets in. This year I felt a shift happen in January. I knew this year would be my year to get to the place I want to be. As everything starts to come together so gracefully; I can't help but to feel an overwhelming sense of gratefulness to God, and all that he has walked me through to get to this point. It's been the fight of my life these past few years. A fight for a better future. A fight for better health. A fight to stay alive. A fight for hope. And a fight for happiness. I feel like no matter what happens in my life, because of this fight, I will always feel that joy within my spirit. The joy of accomplishment. The joy of perseverance. The joy of purpose. The joy of never giving up. This year so far has been incredible, and my soul is overflowing with peace and contentment. Life is short, and it's in these simple moments of joy and wonder, that build a life.