Still to come. . .
This book will be a different one, for sure. Here’s the reason why:
For years, I have been out of touch, not the same and finally altered forever by the very thing that has consumed me for so long. At this time, I am not free from it but I will no longer be discouraged by it. Also, I wish it was something that could be easily discussed, a topic that would bring us closer, once again, as family and friends, opening up for the first time in a long, long while. Unfortunately, it is not and I’m so very sad because I miss the bliss of it all. How my mind was so abundantly unaware of this long standing truth that, again, cannot be named because of the wedge that eventually happens between us when I do.
What I can tell you is that I will engage in a life and labor that suits this new side of me, like a finely tailored dress that doesn’t seek to impress upon you my individualism as much as my desire to conform to this new fate. To be clear, the only alternative to the status quo is this new path that I have wholeheartedly committed myself to. There is no other way of putting it except that I long to disappear into the spokes of a wheel that’s disengaging from its frame. I realize that this doesn’t explain my position but it isn’t meant to. Just know, that I miss you and I am sorry for my absence.
However, I will forge my contribution to this life, knowing the facts and coming to the conclusion that it is my right and my duty to do so. Thanks so much for your time and consideration . . .