Four years of survival. That's all. Treading water...Counting hours...Girding myself for the next assault. The onslaught of losses taking its toll. As the year bids its final farewell, I find myself ready to leave the wasteland. No more just surviving, ready for a season with a pulse. Ready to thrive!

That's going to require putting off some old things: guilt, beating myself up, others' perceptions. Time to breathe...Time to risk...Time to move...