So that was 2004.
The year that was to change my life.
The year out of ‘doing’
The year of ‘being’
It is done… over.
Did I get all that I imagined from it? Not at all.
Am I revolutionarily different? No
To be honest, I know that I have learnt a lot. Not what I thought I would learn, but I’ve survived. I’m here. Weak, bruised, vulnerable. But I’m here.
I dunno. God, please make things clear!