Another month gone, and we enter the final full month of summer, and I can’t help but wonder where my peace and clarity has gone. A month ago, you would not find me in this state, longing for things that cannot possibly be, pining and hopeless.

I had imagined that I had changed, that I could just go with the flow, let the good come with the bad, that things wouldn’t hit me so hard, send me spinning off to the side of the road, wondering what the hell just happened.

Oh, yes, I am going to remain meaninglessly cryptic about this turmoil that wakes me up at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday morning (of course, a Tuesday)

What Ben might observe is that I am once again sitting on my hands, simply watching opportunity dissolve into the ether, without doing a goddamned thing about it. And my retort would be: what opportunity?

Maybe I am simply going crazy.