It’s been a minute. My brain had been sluggish and unable to focus—partly due to menopause (YAY, said no woman ever), further complicated by post covid brain fog (it’s real friends), and partly because those emotions I’ve been dreading? Well, they finally showed up. Not a fan. Those unwelcome guests aside—I have hit 500 days. The year mark was big and I certainly celebrated, but somehow this feels bigger. I don’t know why. Half way to a 1,000? Over a year? Good round number? Maybe because I am starting to get my faculties back and able to digest all that I’ve accomplished? At any rate, 500 days feels like a…