How long later?

I need some privacy, and yet some friendly interaction. I'm back for a spell Mindsay.

Since breaking my shoulder, my life took a nasty nose-dive. It was gradual at first but quickly buried me in a landslide as so many areas of my life were impacted.

Self-employed, and a part-time job, I found myself incapable of carrying out either job requirements. I was already living on a shoestring making it by every month as I desperately tried digging myself out of a hole. I thought I had started to climb that treacherous hill. Instead, something was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Pointless.

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I pondered it: Pointless.

It took more than a year to overcome this exhausted perspective. Even so, the dreams had all been swept away on the barren riverbed. Fortunately, a single point of clarity knew this to be a problem and the only actionable solution was to start walking everyday. Making hard choices and struggling through the pain became the path to change.

Eventually the ride smoothed out, and the confidence grew. But this was only a couple of the spokes in the wheel now repaired, and unaware of this I rode that wagon hard into the next pot-hole. The axle broke.

Fuck. Here we are again without a spare.