at long last, exhale

The period of stomach knots and battle fatigue is over. I'm hanging up my boots for now, trading being a foot soldier for being an engineer.

It's good to feel like I can breathe again, to not feel like the proverbial canary in the mine just waiting for the explosion to happen.

I'm so tired of being ground down and worn down and feeling down that things are starting to look up. Up up up up up up as REM once wrote. I'm not quite floating away in a hot air balloon but I'm out of the subterranean depths. Time to live again, blog later.