It took four years to get here, and now I spend my MWF mornings with babies, afternoons with primary school children, then T/Th at an internship for school in Englewood. It took four years to become stable, to find out what my purpose would be. I resisted the stability with all of my energy, believed it was artistic to do so. I traveled, I wrote, and I through all that movement I was stagnant. I fell in love easily, and when it inevitably fell apart, I wrote about that. Only that. The heartbreak felt like the only thing worth noting. I believed I was talented and that would make up for my lack of revision. I was wrong, as…