The gardens, or whatever I choose from what I’m given, is great. My trajectory looks fabulous. I was honest, after a whole year, and the pain feels like freedom. I got to spend a little more time, then say how I feel, and now I get to move forward. Down, and up, down and up. It feels so strange, so hollow, and so heartbreaking. I love how I finally did that. The courage. I have heard it all before, seen it all before, that it will cost everything. Everything will fall apart. The barn will burn and you’ll look to the moon.