Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

Odd how it was so easy for a stranger to assume such familiarity. Especially when those who were supposed to know you best often didn't, not at all.

I hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out in my parking lot.

If you're not getting hurt, you're not riding hard enough.

Music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in your or the world, that one song says the same, just like that moment.

Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.