That Could Have Been Me
But it wasn’t.
I went to Litquake last night and there were some writers on stage reading their work. Wow, it’s been so long. I looked back at the past several years and thought that maybe this could have been me, that could have been me on the stage.
But it’s not. It wasn’t. It could be. But it wasn’t. That’s OK. That’s great, even. That was my choice. I chose my path. I can still choose my path. I will choose my path.