I'm still hanging on by the tips of my fingers. Suspended, as my feet dangle and kick out into open space, trying to find leverage, but I'm still hanging on. That's the key. Lately my shoulders seem so much lighter when I roll them, each snap, crackle, and pop sounds like music to my ears. The raucous laughter I enjoy, doesn't seem so foreign to me anymore. In fact, it serves as a background vocal to my shoulders' lead singer. I'm a fighter. I like it.