I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating (because, apparently, I need periodic reminders): when you’ve lived the majority of your life with your hair on fire, awash in cortisol because the proverbial bear is chasing you, calm, when you finally attain it, can sometimes feel like boredom. Despite my embrace of and gratitude for my new life, the last couple of years provided me with some of that old “excitement” (also known as minor trauma): loss, serious injury, family drama
