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I seem to be a bit reminiscent and yet cautious enough to not get swept up in something that for me is only as real as life is today. The changes that have occurred in our home since the early part of the year have brought us to a new normal that frankly is filling us both greatly with an appreciation for life that is now what we know. We were fortunate that the weather or the blessing of the creator of all things, placed before us the opportunity for George to be here for us during our move. We were feeling settled in our home before George was called away for a meeting which gave him an opportunity to be back in Wisconsin to see both the families before driving his car out to Colorado. After a brief work week out he was hime again for a bit before he was to prepare for another away that afforded us an opportunity for him to go back to Wisconsin on his way to Michigan. This life has started to suit us. 
I remember back to a time when I was dreading even stopping at the grocery for fear of running into just one more person who said, “what are you doing here, I thought you moved.” It was like thinking people couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. I even stopped going to church. And that was a greater struggle than anyone will ever know. Church was in so many ways all I ever was. The only identity I really knew. Looking back, that person was hanging by a thread and had been lingering for longer than even I had even known. In my wildest imagination did I ever see myself where I had found myself to be. This shift of vision has opened my eyes while possibly late, revealed non the less. And from these new realities I see new visions of all that is to come. All that is at hand. All that surrounds my day. All that I now care to be. My life has gone from someone who was to someone who is unknown. My battles are now all about what I choose. More about who I want to be for myself. About my service to others without being seen. About giving. Today I find this one I have finally become is the one I’ve been looking to find all along.

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