In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.

Every couple has two stories - the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version best left alone.

Life is about the gray areas. Things are seldom black and white, even when we wish they were and think they should be, and I like exploring this nuanced terrain.

There are people and places and events you'd prefer to forget or at least gloss over. In the end, you can slap a pretty label on it - like serendipity or fate. Or you can believe that it's just the random way life unfolds.

No scratch the word "career". Careers are people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck. This is merely a job. I can take or leave this place. I start to imagine quitting and following my yet-to-be-determined passion.

You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.