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The day was off to an inauspicious start, late and lost and without my Crack I raced across the city with my anxiety barely in check. Days like today are hard to keep in perspective, the loss and uncertainty are so close to mind, the abuse never far behind. But today worked out I think and for that I'm thankful.

To keep moving forward I've learned that the words I've said, the lip service I've paid, has not fallen on totally deaf ears. To accept uncertainty and accept that it can go the other way is a major challenge but the only option for keeping on track.

I've said before and I'll say again, and if you believe or not in higher powers matters not, buchra ensha Allah. Make what you can of every day and let the unknown be, without fret or bother for what might not be real.

If life is full of doubts and fears then you'll mire in the brackish swamps of the mind and only glimpse the world that lives beyond. Tomorrow has come and past a thousand times and I wasn't ready to accept it's terms, today again presents a chance to jump right in and be.

It's time to move, not able to finish but understanding the path laid out.

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