I was driving back to my mother-in-law’s house this evening, after having spent the day in Atlanta running a couple of errands and visiting with friends. It was pouring down rain, with lightning flashing across the night sky. The roads were slick, and cars were starting to slow down and put on their hazards.

An odd moment, I suppose, for me to suddenly feel that everything was going to be alright.

I’m not sure exactly what brought it on. Probably lots of things stitched together, like a patchwork of thoughts, and feelings, and half-formed ideas, set against the backdrop of a rainy night’s drive with music playing on my car stereo. Part of me was thinking about the connections I have made with friends over the years, and how I want to keep those relationships alive. Part of me was thinking about this blog, and the small daily contact I have made with some of you, off and on, as I’ve shared with you little glimpses of me each day–and how this little experiment will come to an end in just a few more days. And part of me was thinking about how much has changed in my life in twelve months, and how much will keep changing, day after day after day.

And how everything was going to be alright.

So that’s where I’m at today, and it’s a very good place to be.