I feel like everything is unraveling; the whole year has been like that. Even though some marvelous things have happened, like my book being accepted for publication, everything else seems to be fraying. In a case like that, why is it so hard to leave that unraveling thread alone? I constantly have to fight the urge to pull on it and watch the tapestry of whatever sort of life Iíve created unwind until itís nothing more than a pile of yarn on the floor. Is it because thatís the only way to figure out where everything went wrong?