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October 2023

I couldn’t take my beach walk yesterday morning because there wasn’t enough time to do so before I had to be at work. Later that evening I would quietly mourn the fact that acts of normalcy had begun stealing away my ability to commune with nature whenever I wanted. And then I immediately celebrated the fact that acts of normalcy were finally stealing away my ability to commune with nature whenever I wanted.

It was at that moment, after two days of working in the world again that I realized I might have cleared one of the last remaining major hurdles. Not that it’s “all over” or there still isn’t work to be done on my part. There is, and there always will be. I’ll never be the same person I was before and I’ll be mourning the loss of Kara and my former life for the rest of this one. 

But I like this one, and I’m comfortable with who I’m becoming. This life has promise and an open-ended future. Once more Mother Nature has helped me to recover from a terrible set of circumstances. For over a year and a half, I have been on an outdoor IV drip. And even though my dosage will remain substantial, it would appear that I am again capable of reducing my intake back down to “as needed.” Just like people living a normal life do, or someone actually living their life again might.