There's that 'margin of error' that you allow to exist in your mind, you want to give everything the benefit of the doubt, you want to look at another person and say 'maybe we could be friends' and that's all well at first, but then you have to reach that point in your life, wherein you don't have time to live on the margins of error, and you have to say, 'so what if there is a margin of error that exists? I don't think that this person and I could walk down the same path together, because she's like that, and I'm like this; I must relieve myself of fearing the error, the 'what could have been'.' You know, sometimes we can be so afraid of the 'what could have been' that we overlook the right here and now! And end up forsaking who we are and what makes us happy, and what we want and don't want! There is an error that takes place; when living too much for the 'what could have been.' There comes a time when you must give YOURSELF the benefit of the doubt! Know thyself. Color-in those margins of error with your favorite color; make them your own, make them work for you, let them be in your favor!

I keep having this fantasy about some wide river or channel I'm on the bank of. I can look up, and on the far side is another, better self, holding hands with Mercer—that's his name, my ex—and both of them are watching me flail over here, watching me from the life I'm supposed to have had. When did it become impossible to get there from here? When did that bridge get burned?