On courage.

22 April 2018


As I’ve been telling people over the last few weeks and months about what I’m heading back overseas to do, there’s one word that’s consistently used to describe me:  Brave.

In a week I’m moving to a new country West Africa where I’ve only visited for a few days.  I don’t know anyone very well, I don’t really speak the most widely spoken language, I’ll be working in a field I’m not super familiar with, leading a team that doesn’t have any reason to trust me except on faith. I have to figure out everything, from where to buy eggs and bread and shampoo to transportation throughout the city to where to find the best shawarma all while memorizing the names and faces of what feels like zillions of partners and friends and coworkers and fellow humanitarians all working towards making the world a little bit better.

Everyone, it seems, thinks that’s a very brave thing.  But honestly? It’s just me, walking out the life I was created for. It doesn’t feel like taking the massive leap of faith and tapping impossibly deep wells of bravery to do it. 

What’s brave to me and brave to you are entirely different things, based on our stories. 

What I think is incredibly brave?  Committing your life to another person and walking through thick and thin. Having a child and committing to raising them in the world today to be (hopefully) well-adjusted, resilient, strong adults. Getting up every day even through grief, or chronic pain, or loneliness, or challenges I can’t imagine.  It’s putting your art, or your sport, or your passion out there into a world that may not appreciate it.  It’s you. You’re brave. 

God doesn’t give us courage. He gives us opportunities to be courageous. Every.single.day.  Regardless of what we’re doing and where we find ourselves.   My life and calling is no greater, or more brave, or harder than anyone else’s. Reminder: comparison is the thief of joy. Don’t compare your life to mine. 

What’s brave for me? Asking for help.  Admitting I don’t have it all together all the time.  Being okay with feeling deeply.  Going out with a group of mostly strangers.  Putting my whole self out into the world and not becoming who I think others would want me to be. 

It’s true I’m going to have lots of opportunities to be courageous when I move to Liberia in six days, but no more so than anyone moving to any new city.  I’m really excited, more than anything else, which is a good sign. I’m stocking up on really important things like bandaids and granola bars and hoping I can get it all in under my luggage allowance.  I’m enjoying the sunshine that finally made an appearance; Seattle springtimes can be really glorious once the rain stops! 

Anyway, that’s all for today – go out and do something courageous with what you've been given on this day and every day.   

Cheers - Krissy

Seattle springtime is glorious! 




Hopping around.

17 April 2018

It’s gotten to a point where I have so much to write about, I don’t know where to start or how to convey everything I want to… so I end up just putting it off another day.  Which, if you know me, is quite unlike me – I’m usually whatever the opposite of a procrastinator is, and like to get things done and off my plate.  Well, tonight I’m determined to cross “blog” off my to-do list, so will just jump right in with an update on life. 




After a tearful Boston goodbye I flew through a snowstorm in New York on to a beautiful day in Colorado Springs.  Spring-like sunshine and the beauty of Garden of the Gods soothed my weary heart, a welcome space to breathe the season of ends and beginnings.



Reunions with dear friends, several of whom I forgot to take pictures with, reminded my heart that true friendships endure regardless of the years apart or miles in between.  I’m so grateful. 


Then I had the privilege of serving the Ransomed Heart team on the work crew for Captivating, a women’s conference I’ve helped with several times over the years (my first was in 2004!) and got to reconnect with old dear wonderful friends and was blessed immensely with bunches of new beautiful heart friends in just a few days.  I think there’s a whole blog post in me about the weekend that I’ll post eventually, but for now, some of the beauty:



Then it was onward to Seattle, where I’m staying for a few weeks to prepare for the big move to Liberia.  The headquarters of my new organization, Orphan Relief and Rescue, is here and I’m able to get to know the staff here while learning all I can about the programs, processes, and operational procedures before heading over.  It’s been a fruitful time, and a great time to reconnect with Seattle friends and family.


So that’s the practical update at the moment; I leave for Liberia on April 28th, so in less than two weeks I’ll be sweating like crazy and trying to be understood and probably wondering what on earth I was thinking!  But I know it’s right and I’m really excited.  I’ve got about a dozen half-written blog posts about a variety of topics, but now that I’ve gotten this one written maybe they’ll get finished!




Thanks for being a part of my story.  Much love, Krissy

Whatever time we have.

29 March 2018


It’s true that the life of an international worker, missionary, or other world-changer is one of constant movement, of new assignments, of adventure, of ends and beginnings, and a unique experience of nearly consistent grief.  I thought I would have a break from that lifestyle for a while when I ‘settled’ in Boston, but here I find myself just eight months after arriving with only a few days left filled with goodbye meals and last coffees and final experiences meant to sear these moments into long term memory before stepping onboard the plane that will fly me away from here for at least the foreseeable future if not forever. 

It used to be really difficult, saying goodbye, even devastating; but in the last few years and especially now I find it much less so. It’s certainly not because I haven’t invested deeply here; on the contrary, I’ve loved the community, the friends, and the special relationships I’ve forged in this season; relationships that have made me a better person, and will forever be woven into the fabric of my soul and life and story. I am and will always be forever grateful.

But I’ve also found what comes with the transient, nomadic life is an appreciation for the here-and-now, a conscious decision to grasp every moment of joy I possibly can wherever I find myself, without considering whether it might last an hour or a few weeks or forever.  The result of living a life that is one where the only constant is change is that I intentionally pursue the richness and fullness of joy in meaningful relationship in whatever time we have.  Sometimes those relationships last across the miles and years, and sometimes they don’t, and both are fine; both are valuable, meaningful, worthy investments in any heart and soul and the life well lived.

It might sound cold or callused, but I don’t ever want to really miss people or places or long to be anywhere other than wherever I happen to be in that moment. Now I’m not saying I don’t miss my family or friends; of course, when I see photos pop up on Facebook of the latest niece/nephew antics or of a friends’ adventure that I would have enjoyed sharing with them, there’s always a twinge of longing, of wishing somehow I could simultaneously experience that with them while still fully engaged wherever I happen to be. But I do try to keep my general state of mind always fully present in the season and space I find myself; if I spend too much time longing to be elsewhere, it’s probably a pretty good indication I’m not meant to be where I am or it's time for a change.  And if I were to miss everyone I’ve known, loved, and released I wouldn’t ever be able to get out of bed.  A contentedness even in difficulty, when everything in me knows I’m in the right place no matter what the circumstances, is an act of obedience and trust and faith and something I wouldn’t trade for anything.

So as I navigate through another time of ends and beginnings I find my words failing me as I try to express my gratitude.  To the dear ones in Boston: I’m a better person now that I was when I arrived, and that’s because of you.  Thank you for joining me in this season, for being a part of my story.  You’ll always carry a special place in my heart and life and I will be thrilled if/when our paths cross again in the future. To the dear ones I’ll see in the coming weeks as I hop to Colorado and then onward to Seattle, I’m excited our paths will cross once again, thanks for sticking with me across miles and years.  And for the yet-unknown and unmet treasures I’ll meet in this new season and adventure, I pray a richness of life and fullness of joy over whatever time we have.


A beautiful spring-like day in Boston


What I know for sure.

26 March 2018


“The size of your dreams must always exceed your current capacity to achieve them. If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough.” - Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, former President of Liberia

I’ve begun writing this while sitting in another airport, this one hot and humid and full of people dozing off while waiting on a 12:15am departure.  I’m reflecting on the week; a week of discovery, of new things, of excitement, of anxiety, of beautiful people, of new, tentative relationships, of putting one foot in front of the other and not letting fear be the boss of me.

I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to go, to see, to experience, to try and get a better idea of what I’ve gotten myself in to in this latest adventure. The objectives were simple; get to know my new bosses, meet the staff, check out apartments, get the lay of the land, and attempt to answer the big questions of why does this organization exist? And, why do I need to be a part of it?

And as I reflect on the week, I can say with confidence that this is the next right thing. My brain is a jumble of questions and excitement and nerves and planning, but here’s a few things I know for sure:

I’m really out of my comfort zone.  I’ve sort of become an expert in surgery and medical training programs in the last several years; I know the lingo, I speak confidently answering questions and can comfortably handle most any sticky situations that come up, whether it be among practitioners or politicians.  Then I found myself in a larger government committee meeting last week, just observing, trying to follow the heavily accented English using words and acronyms I’m unfamiliar with, and wondered, not for the first time, what have I gotten myself in to? I couldn’t tell you what was going on and I had even less ability to speak into the situation being discussed.  I felt helpless, trying to keep my head above water and failing miserably.  But, as I keep reminding myself, I felt that way in the beginning when it came to surgery, too.  I can’t expect to hit the ground running when I’m making a career change such as this and it’s silly to expect anything else.  My perfectionistic achiever tendencies demand I be impressive from day one, but the rational side reminds me that they knew I’m not an expert and hired me anyway.  I’ve got so much to learn and I’m excited to embark on the journey.

This is work that is really, really worth doing. It’s crazy that I, the one who doesn’t even really like kids all that much and who has no interest in having any, am going to go pour my life into the pursuit of justice, safety, and family for hundreds of kids who have been abandoned or abused or displaced or discarded. For many of them, the people of this organization are the only ones who are fighting for them, who care, who see them as valuable and treasured and worthy of love and belonging.  Everyone needs that. And there is no such thing as other people’s children.

It’s scary. I’d be a liar if I said I am not at all anxious about this whole new thing. The culture is different than what I’m used to, and the field of work is one that is inherently more dangerous than healthcare.  I get it and I feel it, but while fear gets to be in the room it has no place at the decision table.  Fear is not the boss of me, love is the boss of me.  Fear is what brings me to my knees on a daily basis, drawing strength from the One whose power is limitless and offered to all those who seek it.  And, as the first quote reminds me, if your dreams don’t scare you they aren’t big enough. 

It’s right. After my first day in country I knew I needed this to become more than a job I could do; I don’t just want to be doing this for a paycheck or an exotic job title, for there are much higher paying jobs I could get with more well-known global organizations.  I want to do this because it’s something I’m uniquely called to do, that feeds the fire within my veins to somehow make a difference, that the world would be a better place as a result. I want to be passionate and engaged and fully alive.  But this isn’t something you can just create or manufacture at will, it’s something that comes from bringing heaven to earth and transforming hearts and minds to reflect that of the Father. And I can confidently say, somehow, in ways passing all understanding, it has become so.  These kids are beautiful and precious and valuable and worth fighting for… here I am, send me.

Suffice it to say I’m feeling all the feels right now, as I face a week full of goodbyes and look forward to really exciting things ahead.  Thank you for joining me in the journey.  A few photos:













Pick up the pace.

26 February 2018

My story is one of restlessness with the status quo, of giant leaps of faith into unknown waters, of not letting fear make decisions for me, of trust, of throwing off everything that hinders, of adventure and joy and life to the full. It’s not doing things because I should or ought to or society says it’s time, but rather pursuing that which makes me come alive and fulfill the cry of my heart to make the world a little bit better place.

I stopped praying for clarity long ago, and when people ask how they can pray for me I will go as far as saying please don’t pray for clarity.  It was in one of Brennan Mannings’ books where Mother Teresa asked how she could pray for him, and he said clarity, and she said no I won’t pray for that.  Because you don’t need to see where you’re placing your feet when you are gripping the trusted hand of the Creator.  You don’t need clarity, you need trust.  

We’re all just trying to put one foot in front of the other and do something good with our lives, I’m sure of it.  My feet happen to take me across the globe, but also unexpected curves in the road, like this Boston season that I never could have imagined turning out as wonderful as it has.  It’s been restful and renewing and beautiful and freeing.  It’s a really nice place to visit, this place of rest, but ultimately I was created to run the race… and it’s time to pick up the pace.

I’m thrilled to share I’ve accepted the position of Country Director Liberia/Benin for an organization focused on prevention and rescue of child trafficking and child slavery in West Africa called Orphan Relief and Rescue.  It’s an organization founded by former Mercy Shippers who saw a need in the countries they served in and decided to do something about it.  I love that.   They’re growing their programs and need someone on the ground to help liaise with the government and oversee the national staff in both countries and see what kind of new projects can be launched to end the troubling epidemic of the buying and selling of children. 

I’ll be moving to Monrovia, Liberia in a few months’ time; a place I’ve never been and know no one, to work in a field I’m unfamiliar with, doing things I’m not really sure about… and the fact that that doesn’t terrify me but rather gets me excited for a new adventure was one of the biggest indicators that this is the next right thing.  I am so excited.

So once again I begin the (now familiar) process of saying goodbyes and closing out this Boston season, of packing up, deciding what to keep and what to send and what to give away, of starting over in another new place with new people and environment and social circles and living situations.  It won’t be easy but most things worth doing aren’t. 

Thank you for being a part of my story, for following the journey, for joining in adventure and pursuing life to the full.  Surely there will be much more to come.

xxk


The other side.

12 February 2018

I’ve spent the last ten days in the hospital.

No panic necessary, I’m fine and quite healthy.  I’m a subject in a research study, as an inpatient participant.  It pays well, and I have the time, so I thought (as I do with many opportunities that come my way) why not?

I’m finishing the first of two ten-day stays where the researchers manipulate my diet and environment and run various scans and tests to measure changes.  (No medications involved).  It’s fascinating, honestly.  I’ve worked in and with hospitals across the world as well as been a researcher in various settings, so to find myself on the other side of both, as a patient and participant, has been an incredibly eye-opening experience.

A few observations, in no particular order:

There’s no such thing as privacy.  I didn’t realize how difficult I would find this; I’m a private person and an introvert, and yes, I had a private room, but nurses and aides and doctors and dieticians and various other people come in anytime, at all hours.  At one point I found myself sitting on the bathroom floor, the only place I knew I’d be left alone, giving myself a pep talk (that usually goes something along the lines of you were in the peace corps, you’re a badass, you can do this) and breathing deep, centering, calming breaths. I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to share a room or to be in a big, open ward. Perhaps if I was actually sick I wouldn’t care about it, but it was a challenge.

I’m willing to give up control… but I don’t like it.  No big shocker here.  To not have a choice in much, if anything, is a challenging situation, and made me appreciate when I did have choices.  And especially when it comes to food, I found myself moodier than I’ve felt since I was a teenager. I’m sure it was compounded by needle sticks and challenging sleep, but I’ll be very happy to return home where I am back in charge!  Oh, and caffeine withdrawal is also a nightmare, just saying.

Nurses are amazing people.  We all know nurses are amazing, but to interact daily with them for the last ten days really reinforced this particular fact.  They’re kind, generous, work crazy schedules, put up with demanding patients and caregivers without losing it, at least in front of me.  Mad props, nurses. Thanks for taking such great care of me.

I’m happy to be heading home in a few hours, after the last scans, and I’ll be back here in a few weeks for another ten days.  It’s not a bad gig; the wireless internet is fast, I’ve been able to make some progress on the consulting project I’ve been working on, I’ve slept a lot, I’ve watched the Olympics and Gilmore Girls, read a bit, chatted with nurses, and paced up and down the hallways like the caged animal I am. An interesting experience, anyway, and will allow me to finish up this time of #funemployment without going into debt, a huge win. 


A few photos: 

Home sweet home for 10 days


This hospital is the first to have ever done a surgery under ether anesthesia and it was done in this room, as depicted by the painting.
The other side of what is called 'the ether dome', it was actually a theater and observers would watch surgery



View of Boston from one of the windows

Life goal nearly accomplished: obi-wan is teaching me how to solve a rubiks cube. 

Flowers do make a hospital room much more enjoyable :) 

My oyster.

09 February 2018

Facebook reminded me that it was one year ago yesterday I announced to the world I had gotten my dream job at Harvard and I was moving to Boston for the foreseeable future.  I was so excited.  It was the first and only job I interviewed for after eight years of living and serving in Africa, and my return to American soil and life all seemed to be falling into place.

I moved here expecting, planning for, thinking, assuming this was the beginning of a whole new season. I packed up my life elsewhere, the boxes of memories, souvenirs, and clothing for every climate strewn in various locations across the globe.  They all converged in Boston, where I got a new phone number and bank account and drivers license and voters registration and primary care doctor and accountant and all the little things that together make up roots; plans and components to a settling down, a new life beginning, where I thought America and academia was all I could hope for and dream of.

I ran headfirst at full speed into this new thing.  But, as it turns out, it wasn’t the beginning of a new season. 

It was the tying up and completion of odds and ends to the last one. It was the dismantling of ideals, the crashing destruction of idols, a cacophony of should and ought to in the background of the dawning acceptance and understanding of who I really, truly am, and what I’ve been created to do.  It was a valiant effort to fit into a box and a realization that I won’t ever be truly happy in that box. It was a renewal of passion, a rest, a reminder of who I am and what I have to offer in relationships and to the world.

I’m so profoundly grateful.  

So many people ask some version of where do you see yourself in five or ten years and all I can do is chuckle and say all I can imagine is exactly what I’m doing today; still embracing life to the full, making the world a better place somehow, squeezing every drop of joy and goodness I can no matter where it is or what I’m doing.

And you know what? Things work out.  Somehow, usually beyond any human comprehension.  I’m no longer surprised by that fact, I’m just grateful.

I’m currently working on a project as a consultant for a global surgery organization that I’ve always been a big fan of.  I’m participating in a research study.  I’ve got a job offer I’m thrilled about and will share details in the coming weeks, once a few final questions are answered. I’m embracing every moment here in Boston, realizing that I will have to say goodbye sooner rather than later but reminding myself that no matter how short a time we have with someone special, it’s worth having. It’s looking like I’ll make it through without going into debt, somehow.  And the world is truly my oyster.

And still, every day, I wonder, how is this my life??


With gratitude.  xxk

A few random photos, because everyone likes photos....

Best margarita in the history of the world.  At least in my history. 

Boston, on a beautiful winter walk

Not even halfway.

26 January 2018

I heard it said once, in referring to motherhood, that the days are long but the years are short.  For some reason I can relate at the moment; we’re suddenly screaming towards the end of January when it seems the new year turned over just yesterday, and while my days feel long I know this season of rest will come to an end soon and I’m desperate to wring out every moment of goodness and joy I possibly can.

Last week I celebrated another trip around the sun exactly as it should be celebrated; with cinnamon rolls and chocolate cake and dear friends and a review of the 37th tour that made my eyes leak in appreciation and gratefulness.  Several months in the previous twelve had too many highlights to choose just one.  I visited eleven different states and eight different countries, made a zillion new friends, spent time with friends and family, learned a whole lot, and ask myself on a regular basis how is this my life. Never would I have guessed as a child this is how my days would spend themselves. I love it.

A family member of mine is celebrating her 100th birthday this week. It’s astounding to me, to think about what she’s seen and done and experienced and she’s still got a lot left in her.  It got me thinking.  What will the world be like when I’m 100? I was chatting about this to a friend last week and he said you’re not even halfway through your life and think about what you’ve seen… and I love that thought.  Not even halfway.  I don’t think much about dying, as I’m far more interested in living life to the full, but I have always expected to die young-ish… I mean, I’m an adventurer and my day-to-day is often riskier than average and it’s not morbid or weird, I don’t think, and not something to fear.  But it was interesting to consider that I might not even be halfway through my sojourn on earth. 

And you know what? God himself could stand before me and proclaim I have only three more days left on this planet, or sixty-three years, or anything in between, and it would change nothing about how I spend my days, live my life, or decide my next steps. Nothing.

I have no regrets, my life is not incomplete in any way; I keep short accounts and don’t withhold apologies, I am wise with money but not stingy, I seek to serve and love and breathe life and be light and whether I’m almost finished or really just starting I wouldn’t change a thing. And I’m so grateful.  And I think it’s an important question that we all should be asking, if tomorrow was your last day or you knew you’d make it to 100, would it change anything about the way you’re living? 

I know I have a tremendous amount of favor on my life. I don’t understand why, it’s really unfair; when much of the world grapples with why do bad things happen to good people I find myself constantly asking the opposite, why do such wonderful things happen to such a completely unworthy person?  In these early days of my 38th trip around the sun, I’m so, so grateful for the people and the places and the experiences that have filled these days and years and I’m so, so excited to see what’s around the next corner.

Thank you, dear ones.  From the depths.  May what is to come unfold for all of us in beautiful ways, beyond what we could ask or even imagine.


 
I love the beach.

Looking forward.

04 January 2018

I see articles come through on my news feed that discuss the need children have of play.  Kids today are stressed out and in desperate need of letting loose on the playground or elsewhere. Play therapy is an important component to mental healthcare, and that time to be free from burdens, stress, and expectations is critical to their health and overall wellbeing.

It’s the same for adults, we just don’t let ourselves do it.  Sometimes we can unplug from the machine for a few weeks of vacation a year, but how many are still looking at emails, never really free from the burden of expectations, stresses, and the neverending grind?

This last two months, since leaving Harvard, I really felt strongly I was not to start applying for jobs.  Completely counterintuitive, my normal driven self might have balked a bit at the thought; but it’s been such a wonderful gift – my own version of play therapy. 

The last eight years I’ve lived overseas and navigated the challenges of Africa, of saying goodbye all.the.time, of brief visits home crammed full of fundraising speeches and donor meetings and family time… of an incredibly all-consuming job (that I loved) in challenging environments, while simultaneously earning my Masters degree…. Then I moved my life to a completely new city and jumped in with both feet, not taking the break that all mission organizations advise you to take after being in the field as long as I have… and then the universe and the divine gave me what I wasn’t able to give myself: play time.

I’ve loved this gift of time and friends and experiences and joys.  I’ve traveled to DC, to Seattle, to Florida and to Minnesota; I’ve visited historic places and checked off activities on my Boston Bucket list; I finished my thesis, giving it the time and energy it truly deserved and I’m so proud of the end result; I’ve spent time with dear friends and family, enjoying life to the full without the stress of work and ought tos and shoulds  in the background.  What an incredible gift it’s been and I’m so deeply grateful to everyone who has helped make it happen.   

Now we’re in January and I feel the shift I knew was coming; it’s time to look forward. It will come as no surprise to anyone, but I’m heading back to Africa.  I’m not sure exactly when or in what capacity yet; those things are in the process of being determined, but it’s where my heart is, where my longings and passions and skills and abilities and experience all collide best into the greatest version of myself that I long to offer in service to others and to God.  I’ve been approached by a few organizations and I’m approaching a few others, and am so grateful to have the time I have right now to make the best decision, not grasping on to the first thing that comes along, but really asking questions and praying and exploring and evaluating what will be the next right thing.

Once decisions are made and offers accepted and moving boxes packed and all that other good stuff that is to come, life returns to the crazy once again, which I love and am looking forward to. But in the meantime, I’m going to spend as much time as possible with friends; a few more people to see across the country, dear souls who have supported me through so much, and once I say goodbye again I know it will be for a long time.  I’m going to keep working my way through the Boston Bucket List, play in the snow, see movies and say yes to adventures.  Knowing this time will come to an end makes it all the more special; I’m so incredibly grateful, happy, honored, and excited to see what unfolds in the coming weeks and months.




On dreams.

02 January 2018

It seems like just yesterday the world was collectively fueling the frenzied anxiety of potential global market collapse because of a single digit computer glitch called y2k… Which, of course, was a whole lot of nothing.  But that was nearly two decades ago now, which simultaneously makes me feel old and grateful for all of the life that I’ve had the privilege of experiencing.

It’s that nostalgic time of the year, when holidays and family time somehow bring out the best and the worst in all of us; when the ball dropping and Auld Lang Syne singing infuses us with a shot of hope for new and greater things; when my upcoming birthday marks yet another revolution around the sun and I’m so thankful I get to do it again when so many can’t, don’t, or won’t.

The last year was a year of transition and working really hard and wondering and trying new things and learning and becoming more of myself, it seems, every single day. I said see you later to Mercy Ships, finished my masters degree, tried out the American life, destroyed some idols, met some incredible people and some others I hope to never encounter again; I grew up a bit, cried ugly tears and laughed until it hurt, and I’m so grateful for every one of those experiences.

This next year is already a mysterious conglomeration of excitement, of new beginnings, of adventures and challenges and dreams and greater things and hope and trials and I’m so, so happy I get to be and do and feel all of those things.  This is life to the full, for me, for this time and season and year.  I’m so grateful. I’m so happy. I’m so humbled and honored and amazed that I get to be and do and experience all of this. 

I’m not one for resolutions; I try to set my intentions on a daily basis, not a yearly one.  But in the big picture of life and hope and dreams, I do want to throw open my arms wide to possibility and anticipate nothing less than greatness; not for me but for us, collectively, for those I have the privilege of encountering and affecting and helping and serving and teaching and learning from and praying with and for.  Why not? Why can’t we dream and hope and throw off everything that hinders?  Every great thing that ever was, from neurobiology to the symphony to cosmology to democracy began as a dream; came from a place of possibility, of hope, of a belief in something greater than the status quo of the day or the season.  That’s what I want to live and breathe and embrace and encounter as I put one foot in front of the other and keep moving through 2018 and beyond.

May it be so.



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