By mid-August, I was back to the grind: living between the city and the remote camps, feeling like I was spending more time on a Greyhound bus than in any one place. I took solace in knowing that 2015 was unfolding as I had hoped, and that with just another couple of months' work I would be able to do as I pleased for the rest of the year and figure out exactly how I planned to spend 2016.
All I had to remember was to take it as it comes to all of us: one step and one day at a time.
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