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Returning: I Had to Break My Own Rules


Hopeless - the scariest of feelings...

This week...
I have been sick and on medicine and on my couch.

There were no words,
no songs,
only illness and worries... and hopelessness,

about school, life, money, and the potentials and the perhaps.

But, as always seems to happen, things change... and in my favour.

I am continually blessed.

There is not one way, but many ways, many opportunities waiting just around the bend.

I got a grade changed and will get my financial aid. I cannot tell you how relieved that makes me feel. I thought that I was going to have to save up enough money to take some classes and get back in good standing with the school.

It is a big focus this year to get HEALTHY. I am so darn tired of getting sick and I have to change some deeply entrenched habits. It will not be easy, but the best things in life are not easily attained. :-)

I know that I am breaking my own rules in writing this blog (since I wrote that i was taking a month off of writing), but I had to share.

After a week of silence it is thrilling to hear the song of the phoenix returning, simple, but true.

Much love,
Dustin

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