I am not one to live my life in fear – of anyone, anything – even the unknown. It is not courage or naivety. It is an acceptance that I am mortal. Of course, that sometimes contradicts my need to feel in control in almost all aspects of my life.
I thrive in crisis. Wither in the mundane. But I am not sure where I will find the strength to rise to the next challenge I expect to come my way. I already feel myself turning inward, seeking respite in ink that has forgotten my name. However, silence may be the cave in which I remain.