Month: December 2014

I’ve always been opinionated. Verily, if there is some topic to which I cannot offer my perspective, I’ve yet to find it. As I get older, though, I’m finding it more and more difficult to abstain from offering it forthrightly. In other words, if it’s something really important to me, I can’t keep myself from…

You didn’t steal my power; I gave it willingly. The thousands upon thousands of microdecisions that I made were my own, second to second, minute to minute, hour to hour. Days to weeks to months to years, and over time they slowly took on the shape of fate; of joy and laughter segueing into despondence…