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It has come to my attention that many buildings do not have a thirteenth floor. Of course, they do have a thirteenth floor. They are just not recognized as such. Instead, numbered floors skip straight from twelve to fourteen. Thirteen is bad luck, you see. A thirteenth floor would spell disaster, I guess.

Of course, this whole idea of the thirteenth floor holds great fascination for me. In my mind, it is the ultimate representation of something you know exists, but isn’t acknowledged.

As a result, this entry will be referred to as my blog’s thirteenth floor.

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When I began this project, I devotedly kept up with daily entries. I wanted to track the progress I made from the initial breakdown throughout my ongoing recovery. I thought it was important. I wanted my readers to see the reality of the situation — the good days and the bad days — the steps forward, the jumps back, and the missteps in between.

But then came Hurricane Ike. And Em and I retreated to the safety of the Dallas-Fort Worth area. And while I wrote blogs and emailed them to myself, I did not log in to my URL. When we got home, we were bombarded with responsibilities and daily life. And so, my entries got a little behind.

At first, I attempted to catch up on them, but soon realized it was an impossible task. And so, I entered what I thought was significant (our time away, our experience with the hurricane) and decided just to have a thirteenth floor blog instead. For the time we know happened, but wasn’t openly acknowledged.

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From here on out, I will again be resuming my daily entries. Because I have made such vast improvements in the past month, I am hoping to base my new entries on goals I have for building the best life possible for myself and Em.

Of course, I still face struggles and my blog will acknowledge those as well.

I thank you for your continued readership.

And I hope you had fun on the thirteenth floor.