Hipstamaticized neon. With the naked eye, the glow of this vintage sign is as bright red as it gets. Seeing it filtered this way makes me nostalgic for a past that is pure fantasy, that never existed.
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Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of moving into my own place. What a year.
Looking back, I’m proud of the personal progress. The work I’ve done hasn’t always felt tangible and I’ve felt unmoored at times. Yet overall, I’m happier now than I’ve been in a very, very long time.
I’m not perfect. There is always work to do, improvements to make. I’m trying to be my best. Best father is at the top of that list. I can always be a better father, better listener and better friend. The work continues.
The words that still play, over and over in my head: Acceptance, tolerance and understanding–of myself and of others.
12 months ago that looked and sounded very different than it does today.
So many people have said to me that it will get better. They were right.
