Every now and then, something happens that knocks us down. We lose our place, our standing, and we are forced to re-evaluate our whole situation, and accept humility. You work harder and make sacrifices or go home. And I don’t have a home in which to return.
There have been so many things that have happened in recent memory that get me thinking, “had I’d known more, I would have done things differently.”
One week into 2022, it was already a shit year for me. From the last post you could tell I wanted to rise and shine, and venture forward with my life, but I was set back quickly.
Even the turn of the year wasn’t great. I missed my date with my close friend in Kentucky at the turn of midnight because I wanted meet a deadline with the previous post. I was turning something I’d previously written into an NYE entry against the clock; and yes, it does takes me a long time to write and rewrite; my editing often goes past midnight. With my OCD, I should have known that was going to happen.
But missing a date was nothing compared to what happened Wednesday. Continue reading Derailed