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“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” -- Graham Green, The End of the Affair

I'm looking back. I'm looking ahead. It's what my mind does the best - over-think, jump to conclusions, analyze, dramatize...create. Sometimes for the creative good of the world but most of the time it just drives me somewhat crazy. However, thoughts becomes more productive when strung into sentences. They make such pretty twinkles on the screen, like Christmas lights to a bare fir tree. I don't know how I've come this far without writing lately. It has always kept me saner. Artsy people falter without an outlet. Having off this summer with plans that became distorted only added to my distraction and boredom. History repeated itself. I was reaching, hoping, trying to outshine the critics both imagined and perhaps real. I was trying to be the best, to prove my worth....and I ended up injured and in need of a surgery that will change my plans for a while. A detour. I cannot completely blame it all on that instance - an old injury that was never taken care of the way it should have been merely came back to haunt me. Either way I needed to take care of my knee. Better now than later. I do not believe the events of our lives occur by happenstance; it all happens for a reason. So now Life has chosen a moment from which I was forced to look back in order to move ahead. These words are my journey.