12 months ago Christmas meant nervous excitement, last-minute present hunting and an anxious homecoming so I could grow my tribe for a lifetime. Fast forward to tonight and I find myself alone; my home taken from me; my spirit drained of valor and joy; my mind steeped in reflection. This isn’t what I wanted nor how I imagined this year to be. But it is what it is. All my dreams and belief will not undo what was done to me. Is this what happens when you make a leap of faith and are proven wrong?