While I tend to fixate on my limitations - still can't do a handstand, still not graduated from school, still inches away from full splits, still messing up my elbow pass half the time, and the rest of the never-ending list - I can walk around in public without panic attacks, and that's saying a lot given where I was two years ago. I would say baby steps, but I think that minimizes the realness of the difficulty. It's been hard.

More complaining again... To temper that, I might say when I walked into the corner where I am sitting now, it smelled like snowdrops before I even saw them. How's that for an index.

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