It sounds like such a simple thing, yet somehow, we miss it all the time and keep trying to stop thinking about elephants by telling ourselves to stop thinking about them.
Two years ago, I couldn’t have imagined writing a post like this. I spent as much time as a lone wolf as possible. I planned to spend my life without a husband or even a big team. I prepared myself to live in comparative isolation and extreme conditions in the far north. Yes, I mean that completely seriously. I at least liked people; that was an improvement over high school. But the thought of spending my life in close relationship with people did not appeal to me.
I don’t naturally see the story in pictures; I don’t see pictures in my head and tell a story about them.