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There is a safe side, and a side where you are "on your own."  Be your own support system, your own boss, your own insurer, your own safety net, in all things.

 Live by the rules, or write your own.  Even when there are boundaries, the freedom of being your own boss is heady.  And, there are always boundaries, of course.

 I'm on the second half of year sixteen of doing just that.  And, what a year.

 It's been a strange, and painful, firey, year, and I have had to rise to the challenges of people in places I would never have expected to have done.  I feel like I'm trudging home, to my safest place, even though it's a place I've never lived.  It's a place where the home fires burn, and they guide me there, where people know me and who I am at my core.  I am neither scorned nor neglected there.  It just feels right, and I plan to return from there healed, or, at the very least, healing.  As I explained to an old friend, "I'll be the warrior you know me to be, when I see you next."

 I am headed for my village.  My tribe.  As scattered as they are, I am so grateful that I can connect with most all of them at this time of year when we all take a moment to connect with those who complete our circle, our awareness, and our "self."


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