In a world of absurd uncertainty, all I can do is move forward towards the things that bring me to life. Nothing is guaranteed—not time, not relationships, not money. But this moment, the one I’m sitting in now? I can choose to infuse that with life.

A month and a half ago, at 12:40 AM, I got an email that I was hoping for but was nevertheless surprised to receive. The first word in the subject line: aceitação. Acceptance.

I had come up to meet with the mountain, and the mountain came to meet with me in return. I was my whole self again.