Thursday. I'm ready. It will start, and it won't stop. All of me- out of place, unwound, completely free, but unable to run. Unwilling to run. I've done it too often for too long.

I wonder why. And I don't. I don't care, but in some small ways I think- why was it so fast? I know the answers. I have two main ones. One is my "fault", one isn't. One is completely off base (or so I like to think) and one is true and what I knew all along.
What was I waiting for? Confirmation? I got it.

Thursday. I'm ready. I'm giving it all up.

And after that I have two more challenges to face. Within the next few weeks. One will be negative. The other I'm not so sure of now.