Tonight, I spent time lying in bed, thinking about my body and how it's mine. It took me so long to feel this kind of ownership over it. It took the growing acceptance of my death, really.

All flesh is grass and all its glory like the flowers of the field.

It's like ... I've had a lot of internal change in the last couple years about why I'm living and I know it's because I'm not just having to survive any longer. I spent so long feeling like everything I did was so that we could survive. But hey, we're both alive. Right now, at least, we have jobs. I burned myself hard getting us here...