Tonight I sit here in my kitchen writing under these little white Christmas lights that glow away sparking incredible memories. I haven’t written in here in some time, but something about these lights tonight are deeply resonating with me inside. Memories of smiles. Memories of feeling these vibrations within that I couldn’t even put words to (impressive for a writer). Memories of deep eyes and warmth. I’m sitting here tonight smiling. I’m sitting here tonight full. It’s been a theme of my entire life that I’ve been taught the lessons I most needed to learn whenever I really didn’t want to learn them. That theme has made no changes in plans over the past couple of months, and for that – while the struggle…