In last Friday's piece, I said that it was by connecting with the breath that I was able to get through the Greatest Day. But I do not count the Greatest Day as the day from which the real changes in my life began. It wasn't until early August, about nine months later, that I hit what I call my Bottom. (I steal the term from the 12-Step movement, while also alluding to this solid piece of advice: "When you find yourself stuck in a deep hole, first of all, STOP DIGGING.")
On the Greatest Day, I chose not to die. But it wasn't until the Bottom that I decided to truly live.