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Some days, I do not have the time to write.

Or at least, the window.

Is today one of those days?

Every hard day these days is not so hard. 

At least compared to an old hard day.

I consider any new hard days a blessing, now.

Perhaps I always should have.

Call it enlightenment.

Wisdom.

Old age.

Second chances.

Perspective is a heck of a thing.

And compared to a hard day back then, these hard days are blessings.

Every hard day teaches me, reminds me, that this is part of why I survived.

Why I survive.

I know that might not make sense, but it does for me.

And it gives me peace.

I know that the road ahead will have its hard days.

And I'm so very thankful, I get to be here for them.