If you know me personally, you’ll realize that New Year’s Day holds some complicated feelings for me. On January 1st, 2018, my house caught on fire and the course of my life was altered irrevocably. And that wasn’t the only traumatizing event of that year!
For 3 long years, I’ve felt a bit lost. It’s almost like being a little too deep in a pool: constantly balancing between allowing your tip-toes to feel the bottom of the pool, and keeping your mouth above the water so you can breathe.
Well, it’s taken awhile, but I eventually remembered that I know how to swim.
When the Pandemic began, I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I signed up for Neil Gaiman’s Masterclass on writing. The first assignment was essentially to write about the worst day of your life. It seemed only fitting to share this today on a most unfortunate of anniversary. Happy New Year.
Read The Story of the Fire
