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Mental Healing Step Two: Notice the fog and go deeper

When I moved back to Kentucky, I was freelancing for an NYC publishing house and that gig was about to end. They had hired someone new and I had yet to find a job in my hometown. I had just bought, on a whim, a dog off Craigslist, I was missing the pace of NYC – ya’ll don’t even know how long it takes to get a coffee in Louisville—, and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing back in a place I swore I wouldn’t return to. I also couldn’t exactly remember why I had sworn never to return.