2016 Dayna Del Val would ruefully laugh in your face if you showed her this blog post. That year, only months before Mazz got sober, I was, again, contemplating how to leave him, how to walk away from what felt like an endless, slow, sad spiral to a bottom I couldn't see and didn't understand. There was no indication that anything was going to get better or ever be different.
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1-2-3…LEAP!
I'm standing on the edge of a sheer, steep cliff, looking down at the endless ocean, gorgeous waves rolling in against the shoreline. Even as I marvel at the beauty, my stomach roils at the dizzying height. For a second, I imagine falling, tumbling down the steep drop and landing with a dull, lifeless thud at the bottom. My brain tries desperately to comprehend that the people, ant-sized from my perspective, are actually fully-sized humans. They are living their lives all the way down there even as I am living mine.
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The ouch zone of spring
Springtime is Mother Nature getting into her ouch zone. She's breaking away from what is known and trying out fantastical new ideas. She's throwing color, scents, sounds and tastes at us at an almost dizzying speed. Sometimes she moves too quickly and tender buds are frozen in an early spring snowstorm. Other times, she puts it all on the line, and the entire lush bounty arrives, survives and thrives weeks early.
