I wish I had the ability to take a step back from my life and truly see it from an outside perspective. I believe doing so would allow me to truly take in the breadth of the luck and goodwill that has powered me throughout the years. I struggle with recognizing, at times, how lucky and blessed I’ve been thus far. To walk away from a car accident again without injury is a testament to the beauty of life I’ve been blessed with.
So, to look at it all and to see how difficult and trying that daily life has become makes me want to have a way to, at the end of the day, be reminded of how grateful I should be for all of that. I am grateful, but I am also overwhelmed, and I am also ill equipped for dealing with my stress in a communicable way. Perhaps that is what makes me a writer–perhaps I need and use that stress as the fuel for story, and when I reach into the pit of all of it I find the real story and that is what seeps through–no matter the context. Perhaps that is ultimately how I deal and heal.