I am usually very good at getting a conversation started. The exception is when I have honestly don’t know how to begin, where to start or what to open with. Essentially, I got nothin’. All I know for sure is that what I am going through demands to be written about and explored. Any test of courage that requires sheer faith and fortitude to pull through, lends itself to the writing of epics. Epic poems generally begin with a quest. I don’t know if I would classify my impending journey as a quest. There are definitely heroic elements to this tale. Homer could not have imagined the twists and zags this journey will take the heroine on. As I stand at the precipice of an uphill climb on a downhill slope, I question the sanity of the attempt. The sanity of the first step. By definition, insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result. What then, is doing a different thing and expecting the same result?