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You know, for those of you who read my journal (and thank you for doing so; although I post mainly for myself, it's nice to get the odd comment) this post may be somewhat of a repeat. But, quite frankly, I care not.
Every year since the dawn of time, or at least since I started journaling, come sickness or wellness, drunken debauchery or sophisticated soiree, as soon as I physically can I'll do an journal-summary of the past year. It's something of a progress meter, a way for me to look back at where I was and where I am now and go "ah, that's how I got here". Ironically, the here in this case is in many respects not dissimilar from the here I was at last year. But, there are several huge and important differences, so while if you look at just the simple facts, and even some of the smaller things, my life isn't that different; if you take in the whole and take account of the biggest and most important change in my life, my life has become a whole other kettle of fish. One I'm actively enjoying (if not right at this moment, riddled with cold as I am).
