I move forward. Every day I’m improving, getting better, not looking back. I’m moving, keeping busy, resting when I need to, taking some superbly-timed naps, but then doing things, staying active. Shopping, for instance, walking those long miles in the mall, avoiding people, stepping over children screaming on the ground, their parents trying desperately to pick them up but giving up and just dragging them away. There’s a woman in front of the Santa Claus photo booth ringing bells, trying to get the kids to look the right way for the camera. Look at me, look at me, we want to take a photo of you and this stranger dressed in red. I take all this in while I’m moving forward, keeping busy, staying focused, that’s all I can do.

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