I’ve been feeling a subtle shift over the last few months. The two-year point felt more like any other day, with a few moments here and there—just like every other day. I’m mentally accepting that this is my life. It’s not bad, but I would like some things to be different, and I don’t know if it’s even possible to make that happen.

After last month, I went into high gear to prepare myself and the house for me to be non-weight-bearing on my right foot after surgery on the 13th to repair a non-healing broken metatarsal. The surgery went well, and I’m recovering at home. I had my first follow-up visit today, and I’ll get the stitches taken out next week. So far, so good.