”Dear Diary: Almost everything that was possible to change has changed these last 12 months. I’m not kidding and nor exaggerating. Getting just one of my certainties destroyed would’ve been OK; I long ago grew accustomed to the gradual chip-chip-chipping away of secure foundations. This most recent phase, when even pretty illusions of stability got smashed, set a record. Why am I still standing strong and proud? Why am I not cowering in the corner muttering to spiders? Have I somehow found some new source of power unavailable until my defenses were totally stripped away? I’ll go with that.”
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