Shed some Fears, a turning point: Boulder (and finishing the Masters Program) was in sight. I was reconstructing myself around new models for a fulfilled life. I’d had enough of suffering and had learned to be optimistic—it didn’t matter what happened, just how I felt—happiness a natural side effect.

Didn’t make a killing from CDs sales, just enough to finance the trip and barely survive June. Still a little sad (at times), I was so overwhelmed and busy with the Summer Writing Program, getting much work done and meeting many new and cool friends.

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