The Storm and The Line
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in.
—Haruki Murakami
I remember waking up on that day in early March. I can see myself wiping the sleep out of my eyes, splashing some water on my face, and going for my morning run. I had a flight to Texas to give a lecture. I planned on using the day in airports to begin writing my book. I would start at the beginning, I would write it in order, I would take my thoughts for a walk and get them out and onto the page. I would finally start to lace my ideas together in a way that made them better.
