Moving Forward by Moving Forward

Well, who knew that a fractured sternum would finally make me focus on what I need?

More specifically: if I can’t do this, I need help to get it done.

With that in mind, I need to move forward—by moving forward.

Admittedly, I’m high on THC and drunk on profound pain medication, so this clarity may be chemically enhanced.

But I find it interesting how much clarity arrives when you’re faced with extreme pain.

High, drunk—or both—the message seems perfectly clear.