So in one of my autism books (there are many, and most of them are boooorrrrinnng) it says, “when you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on” so that’s what I’ve been doing for the last couple of years. Holding on. So the other day, I just decided to let go.
The place I landed is a magical place where everything is silly. I love silly. Why the heck was I holding on to that dang knot? Much happier here.
I guess what I’m trying to say is- there comes a point where you just have to let go and see where you land.
But that’s crap. Sorry.