There must be some extreme life change worthy of this. Something drastic.
We don’t follow this with another day at the office, another movie at
Maybe we sell the cabin. Forget all the memories there and do something
else. Maybe we give money away, in amounts others could never understand
because they haven’t been through this.
I want to start painting. I never have, and my work would suck. But I
could learn. I’ve always loved great oil paintings. That would at least be
some new outgrowth of this, some new passion born of this.