No Destination

Just Wide Open Possibility

Before September 1st, 365 days was a given.

Or, at least, I’d lulled myself into believing it was. At 46, I’m both aware of my mortality & still capable of completely ignoring it.

Most of the time.

But September 1 blew that all to hell. September 1 was the biopsy date. The one that is currently whisking me down a…