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Long Time no Post

Let me break the monotony, then. By posting about what could possibly be the most important month of the year. At least, for me. So bear with me as I reminisce a little bit. It's been a long four years.

I think it was three years ago on this month that I found out about SMSI, and how they needed a writer. It would lead to a nearly year-long battle with reality that ended rather abruptly on the eleventh month of the next year.

Two years ago, on this month, my mother had a stroke. That changed my life in more ways than I can ever imagine.

Last year, I welcomed the month with news that crushed me terribly. Little did I know, however, that later in the same month, I would meet a lifesaver of sorts. Not the one you pop into your mouth, nor the one you toss into the open sea, but one that is as refreshing and as reliable). And that’s only a small portion of what she does.

I do not know how to greet this month. I’m anxious as to how things will go for me, but at the same time, I don’t want to know. But there’s nothing we can do about that, is there? When you start walking, there is no taking a step back, so no matter what else may await me and the people I live my life with, I go forward.

Forth Eorlingas! My personal new year starts here.

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