Today was one of those days where you end up standing in a space void of everyone not knowing what to do next. Your thoughts fall out of your loose grip onto the floor and no matter how much you might want to, the energy to bend over to pick them up seems to be lacking. It probably doesn't matter all that much - they're just the same questions I've asked over and over again lately.

January 2,2003
There are times when you awake to your reality as if you are waking slowly from a dream. A fog begins to lift and you see things differently for a time.
The thing is you've been 'awake' all your life, but it's as if stepping into a life that isn't your own - you can't understand the choices that brought you to where you are. Things look familiar, but only in part. Anything previous to the present situations seem far away - an earlier book in the series.
And so here you stand, the only thought in your head: Where in the world am I and how did I get here?"