The day you loosed your ideas from the confines of your mind, you embarked on an adventure.

“Little by little, dear writer”

Growing up, and for much of my adult life, I did not have a good relationship with adversity.

I had ambitions like anyone else, creative and otherwise. I often set out in pursuit of my goals with great passion and anticipation. Sadly, setbacks and inner demons — the worst of which was the abiding conviction that I was not allowed to succeed, that it would be a disaster if I did, and that I was alone in this travail — routinely defeated me. More accurately, owing to these beliefs ingrained in me from a young age, I chose to be alone and defeated.

Some rebellious part of me has always been discontent with this disastrous way of life.