Notes

Go away. You know you do not have time for what I am about to say.

Around and around I went. Like a Ferris wheel. It was only a pattern, a habit, an unexamined cycle.

Dancing. Growing up, I was afraid of dancing. Wedding, parties, doesn’t really matter. It’s easy to say, “Yeah, but guys don’t often like to dance.”

I remember it vividly. It was Thanksgiving, 2011. I visited my parents for the Thanksgiving festivities. Mom, being a chef, enjoyed doing the cooking.

I vividly remember it. I was doing the best I could in a previous business.