the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters …

 

 

Either everything seems important or nothing does…I don’t know what will come. Re-reading my chapters I feel regret, but also a sense of accomplishing so much in short periods of time. How I overcame the tragic event that still haunts me. How I broke two hearts. How I gave birth to a little miracle. How I left everything I know for the unknown, not once, but twice.

Do I really want to relive, re-read some of my chapters? I will re-read but I don’t want to relive. May my adventure begin again. A new adventure full of promise, possibilities and unknown treasures.