On Doing the Work:

“You just haven’t been yourself lately.” Right. You see, I can’t swim. More importantly, I cannot swim and I’ve found myself treading water in the middle of the Atlantic with a hurricane whipping the sea into a frenzy all around me. I want to die. I’ve found myself saying this at least once a day. Sitting in the car. Alone. Staring at nothing in particular. “Keep swimming.” I can’t. I never…