The thing is life keeps coming at you as if you’re sitting on a beach in the warm sand delighting in the gentle waves trickling over your legs, when suddenly an unexpected surge encapsulates you, knocking you backward, filling your nostrils with saltwater.

You sit up, seaweed clinging to your arms, and wonder what the hell just happened?

No wonder I dream about water when I’m overwhelmed.

I write to figure things out, to dive into the mundane waters, and come up with a treasure. Join me.