It's been 6 months and 8 days...

There's definitely a lot going on.
My second article for the Star Banner will print tomorrow.
I'm taking pictures of Kayla Dumon on Saturday, followed by a show in Orlando.
My second year of college begins in three days. I'm taking five classes this semester. I have six more classes to go in the spring.
My play opens to an audience in three weeks. Every time I think about it, I'm nervous. I hope I'm getting it all out slowly right now rather than all at once on stage. I know it's not a big deal, but I have a lot of lines and it's the biggest role I've ever had. There's a lot of people to keep from being let down.

It's been six months since Tara died. Six months and one week.
It just wonder now... in all that I'm doing... keeping busy, exhausting myself... and I wonder what it's like to just be. To be still in the last moment of busy. Tara was getting out of her car, going home after another day at the movie theater, busy getting home. What does she remember? What does she know?
Does she forgive?