Yesterday was the second anniversary of what I've recently started to think of as my rebirth. 

I had an accident that should have killed me.  But, as you can see, it didn't, and I'm finally almost all healed from it. 

What have I done in the past 2 years?  I've fixed myself, and that took some time.  Now that I'm almost done being fixed, I have plans.

I'm going to take a medical transcription class so that I can have a source of income (and possibly work from home).  Whilst I'm doing that, I'm going to get back into yoga again (my back's still too fragile to let me do much, and will stay that way for the next 6 months or so).  Once I'm back to 'normal' again, I'm going to certify to teach yoga and try and make that my full-time gig.  I had thought about going back to PI-ing or paralegal studies, but to be honest I think I'd burn out pretty quick.  After having been exposed to some of the criminal cases in the military world I'm sure that the civilian world would send my stress levels sky high and result in a crash.

So, I'm going to try and do what I love.  If I can get up in the morning and look forward to going to work every day...well, isn't that everyone's dream?

2 years of life that nobody who saw the wreck thought would be.  2 years of loving my husband, being mom to my kids, of learning about people and places, of friends and acquaintences.  I've met some awesome people in this time, people who have impacted me in ways they'll never know.

I'm living, and I'm grateful.