It feels as though I've gone a lot of places and seen many things, but still ended up back at square one, or maybe even a little behind that. If life was a ladder, I'd be the person who can't figure out how to use it correctly and just chills on the bottom rung. Or lays it flat on the ground and sits next to it, pretending I know what to do, but choose to refrain from participation. This is how the last few years have gone, at least.
Changing is hard for me. It's difficult to stop doing what I'm so good at and begin again the recommended way. But, I suppose the point is I wasn't as good at living-or surviving- as I thought I was.
Here goes take 2.
