Four Years.

I almost can't even fathom how fast time flies. It has been almost 5 years since I moved to Utah, and almost a whole year since I finally moved back. It has been just under 2 years since I went through the hardest time of my life, and just a matter of months in comparison since I finally moved on from it. And on this very date in history, it has been 4 years since one of the most pivotal times in my life, changing the course of everything I had planned for myself.

Do you ever think back on certain moments in your life wondering how different things would be had they not happened? Even being slightly angry that they had?

This particular moment eventually caused me severe anxiety, depression, grief, and I am still dealing with some of the repercussions as I'm trying to get my life in order. But I can't be all mad. There were times of immense joy, happiness, love, and I met some of the greatest people I will ever know through this particular moment.

I grew exponentially as a person. I made the best friends I will ever have. I laughed. I cried. And had some unforgettable experiences.

I'd like to believe that everything happens for a reason. Each person enters your life to teach you something, or to allow you to teach them something. And while I sometimes feel pangs of regret for some of my decisions relating to this, when it all comes down to it... I'm glad it happened. I would not be where I am if those things had not happened, and perhaps not be involved with the greatest man that I know.

And I am the happiest I have been in a long, long time.