When your life is so torn up—in almost every conceivable way—every inch that one manages to walk toward normalcy is something to be cherished.

The lost sleep, the exhaustion, the worry…none of those moments is anything I’m ever gonna get back.

And yet.

It helps to keep remembering that order is reclaimable. I’ve re-imposed it on two tiny corners of the room that will be my office: the corner where the desk will go. And the place that the bench has found for itself…a space that will let me keep a piece of furniture that I would have had to throw away.

We’ve come a good way from the wreckage. We still have a good way to go. We’ll get there. I know it.

It helps to have good help.