Not Being Certain

The biggest risk I’d like to take in my future is not being so certain about everything. My autism lends itself to writing about everything in black and white, when in reality there’s a lot of gray area. Like knowing you have a story that ends with a wet fart and publishing it, anyway, because that’s what happened.

Aada shocked me by writing me a very long e-mail last night, covering a lot of ground. We’re square, and she’s not going to read anymore. Her resolution has been holding strong since Friday. I’m so proud. 🙂

We talked about what both of us have been through- she said that the entries feel like nails on her palm. So, instead of sending someone to wipe the blood off her cross every day, I think I’ll move on in writing topics.

That’s because I said before, the mystery is solved. I am getting better. And in the end, that’s all that matters.