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Perseverance

 A friend of mine always says that you have to look at your history. I have always been ok up until now and there is no indication I should not be ok in the future kind of thing. Well our hard work and pulling our hair out for the last few years has worked out. We have almost cleared the hurdles with our apartment owner. I must say that all we did was tell him the truth and do the best we could. It was by not pleasant and I lost any pride I had but that is not always a bad thing. I have to say that without that footing beneath me I felt I could not focus on anything at all. Always wondering if you are going to have to move in a month, or less. It is not the way I have lived my life before and I am not in the habit of ever being in the position again. My body failed me for a few years and I lost my health, that is hard enough, but being captive to that while losing your foundation as well is terrifying. I stayed clean and sober though. I must say the prescriptions I have been on over the last few years was plenty to deal with.
  Now it's time for a new beginning and if anyone that knows me does not know, I tend to go full Phoenix. I have not had a time like this for over ten years and I am more than due, I have earned it. I used to climb up and fall down the same six foot ladder. Now I must begin a climb where there is no falling, and there is plenty more than six feet. Maybe it will come from the writing or some other aspect of my life but a fire is definitely beginning. Maybe I will delve into the political sphere for the election cycle, but then again why stop there lol! :)

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