Aaron’s Weblog.

Not bad, PV. Not bad.

An Easter morning walk, looking for signs of spring. Very few were found.

Not bad, Denver. Not bad. #nofilter

Come as you are.

Forty-three was perhaps the toughest year of my life. Heartbreak, transition, moving, COVID — all the things.

And yet I survived. I learned to settle into this new life, to become resilient, to take care of myself, to be content without others.

My hope and prayer for 44 is that I thrive, that I learn to be more present and breathe.

Christmas morning.

Election Day morning.

Six years ago today I jumped off a building.