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Last year around this time I was in a really good, positive place.



Several pounds heavier, far more self-confident, far more at peace.



I had fewer worries. I felt like I had a plan and that my ducks swam in a row.

Within a few months I was on my way to a happier, healthier me.



I feel like everything fell awry when my grandmother had her stroke this spring. Suddenly everything felt more urgent, scarier. Life was mixed with the desperate joy of not completely losing her and the horrific stress of realizing the full effect of the stroke on our family.

And it pulled me to pieces.

I start this new year not in a happy place and no specific goal in mind. I'm just glad to have gotten here. So what if I am not well, if I am not happy. I am here. I am strong. I know who is the most important and what my priorities are. I am here, if in pieces.

I may be scattered, but all of me is here.

Somewhere.