Being Honest With Fiction

1) I suppose this is nothing more than another “note to self,” because of course . . . who else am I writing to, other than you? There is no way but up from here.Or so I’d like to believe.And soI don’t know muchbut I know the summer is about to show its face. Thankfully. The weather is kinder now.I like that.The sunrise has an earlier approach which I enjoy for the most part. It is clear to me now that the best or most empowering move and the freest I have ever felt is when I chose to choose myself and so, the next move I chosewas to stand up and walk away. No looking back.No looking over my shoulder to see who notices.No reason to wonder if I’m missed. Just get up.Go.Ah, to walk away and not be concernedor worryor be connected to a thought, feeling, or an emotion that turns my head with curiosity. This . . .I need this.But I admit itI am not always so braveor, is it that I am more afraidthat if I go,I’ll miss the greatest comebackof all timesUnderstand? 2) And while I get itand I…