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The past couple of years have been some of the worst in recent memory but also the fucking best for some things.

A once in a century pandemic. Redefinition of my key relationships. Big, hairy, audacious goals. A series of small letdowns that snowballed into a major depressive episode. New year, new meds, new me. Biting off more than I can chew.

Everything works out in the end. If it hasn’t worked out, it’s not the end.

Things have worked out. They have often not worked out like I had hoped, but everything has worked out for what is probably the best.

I think.

Right now everything is okay. Some big plans to get to work on; trying to change my life being key among those plans. I have the big picture sketched out but the details of my practice and my routines are being written and rewritten on nearly a daily basis.

Okay is where I’m going to have to find my feet and start putting that one foot in front of the other. There are more platitudes I could barf up here but I’ll refrain. For now.

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