It’s been two years since we hit the cow.
Two years and I’m almost back to where I was before.
Two years and I have realized it’s okay that I will never be the same as I was before.
Two years and I can do almost anything I wish.
Two years and my morning routine now involves planning my day out in 30 minute chunks so that I can do all those anythings.
Two years and I can play capoeira and complete a crossfit workout.
Two years and occasionally I “take to my bed” for the day like a Victorian era woman of poor constitution.
Two years and I have given up Diet Coke and virtually given up drinking.
Two years and a whiskey and coke would be the tastiest celebratory drink…
Two years and I can drive the hour to visit my family.
Two years and I will need a driver to make the three hour drive to see my best friend’s new house but I’ll be able to look out the window the whole time.
Two years and I can function under fluorescent lighting.
Two years and a crowded room has me plotting strategic movements and staking out the perfect locations so that I can visit without becoming overwhelmed.
Two years and I have learned (mostly) how to prioritize and let things go.
Two years and my lawn hasn’t been mowed in months – but I hear bees love that.
Two years and I can spend hours reading on my kindle.
Two years and I’m grateful John drives at night when I’m so tired the road signs are incomprehensible as they fly by.
Two years and I’ve become one of those annoying people who wakes up at the same time everyday without an alarm.
Two years and I’ve “sleep trained” myself into a strict schedule of bed every night by 11.
Two years and I can spend chunks of time on the computer.
Two years and I still need the sign on the computer reminding me to “WEAR GLASSES!”
Two years and I can cook without starting anything on fire.
Two years and cooking dinner is an entire night’s activity.
It’s been two years and a moment since we hit the cow.
It’s been two years and a lifetime since we hit the cow.
Two years of successes.
Two years of struggles.
Today has been two years since we’ve hit the cow and it seems that the light at the end of this tunnel is getting brighter.
Behind the Willows 
Love your photos and your hope for a better future. Glad you survived, Jessie.
💚 Glad you’re feeling good (almost all the time) and can look back on the process of recovery with such clarity. Inspiration for all of us with health challenges that spill over into life challenges.
I’m so happy for you. Congratulations and finding your new life and seeing the light shining birght 😀
I’m so happy to know that you are feeling better. the healing can be so far in the distance sometimes! I went through the Eisenhower tunnel in Colorado and it seemed never ending so I asked my daughter how long before we get out. it’s almost 2 miles long! She just said “see that light? That’s the end of the tunnel.
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Glad you made it. 😀
It’s been such a journey and you’ve been so patient and accepting of the shifts in time and efforts you’ve been forced to adopt. But you’re seeing beauty which is what I read between the lines and visually. Lovely lovely photos and sending you many wishes for beautiful and positive shifts toward that light at the end of the tunnel.