There is that part of me, there is the wanderer. The one who wants to be lost. But I have too much to worry about. There is already enough to go wrong, I don’t need another weight added on. If it was all fine and dandy and I was ready to step out of the circle, I don’t know how I would do it. I want to be there some day, in a great big circle, with everything all fine. I want things to be so perfect that I’m looking for a way to mess them up. I don’t think I would involve feelings, I don’t know what would happen. I am not wandering, I’ve been lost and I’m on my way back. I am working to rebuild myself as a conqueror.