I believe, in my better moments, that there is a plan and things go not the way we want them to but the way they should.
It was all in my head and now all I had to do was figure out a way to get it down on paper.
There was no one clear point of loss. It happened over and over again in a thousand small ways and the only truth there was to learn was that there was no getting used to it.
That was the way things worked. When you were looking for the big fight, the moment that you thought would knock everything over, nothing much happened at all.
Just because things hadn't gone the way I had planned didn't necessarily mean they had gone wrong.
I will write my way into another life.