So...

Having determined, and accepted, my arrival at "here," the obvious question presents itself. But strangely, as important as that question is, in many ways the answer doesn't particularly matter. What is significant is that I'm asking myself the question. And while this question is coming from some place deep down, for a change that lower place isn't a pit of fear and despair. Don't get me wrong, there's still fear. And there's definitely still a shadow of despair. But if the wounds aren't completely healed, they're at least scabbed over enough that I'm not in immediate danger I'm getting an infection from some particularly nasty germs and losing a limb.

This is something of a novelty for me; I would really like to get used to this.

Yes, I am coming out from a deep place, but it feels like warm damp Earth that is encouraging a seed - one that is survived a particularly harsh winter - to germinate. It's a cheesy metaphor, but it's the best I can do before my third cup of coffee.

And I'll take germinating over germs any day.

So, where do we go from here?
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