A day of REALLY mixed emotions and some heavy stuff, but I spent 3.5 hours in art (and anger management) therapy with four of the kindest, most welcoming women I have ever met. They pried for my story after they had shared theirs with one another, and I hesitantly and awkwardly opened up. One is terminal. One is finishing up chemo for Stage 1. One is in remission after battling for several years. One is an intern. They gave me far more wisdom and grace and tenderness and laughter than I could have possibly imagined. And I only stabbed the holy shit out of my finger twice.

Humility. Gratitude. Love. God.

Viva.

Can’t wait to see them again next week.