I am distracted. My attention is not entirely here. A good three-quarters of it is currently sitting on my living room couch (the rest of me is sitting at my desk in the study).

It is odd to try to rush this process of truth-telling, and here I am, rushing it. Trying to get it done so I can go back to the life waiting for me out there. I have a life waiting for me these days. That is an amazing thing.