There are actually many positive moments that stick out to me. I’m trying to pin one down, but it’s hard.

I think maybe the time my card declined when I was trying to buy bread, peanut butter, and grape jelly so I’d have something to eat. I was homeless again. Someone paid for me, even added a bottle of water for me. They didn’t know me. Wouldn’t tell me their name. Just asked for me to pay to forward for someone else some day.

I have, several times over, but I still try and keep a few singles in my wallet at all times for panhandlers and the like.

I think the decision to move back to the Midwest helped me grow as a person post-divorce.

The bottom of the Mariana Trench because who the fuck knows what is living down there.

My family, be it chosen or blood, has done right by me by loving me despite my flaws.

So there’s this Floridian chain called Tijuana Flats that has a hot sauce bar that I love. That would be my favorite restaurant.

Where do I see myself in ten years? Published, learning to garden, maybe having learned to juggle, and living somewhere it snows in winter.