And suddenly it hit me. I'm still stuck. Frozen in time. While everyone else is moving forward. When I actually thought I'd been moving along just fine all this time.

I figured it all out today.

And the things, the few things, that matter to me, I've been clinging onto them all. The things that should have been more than they'd been now. But I still cling on to them.

And the last thing I'd want to do is to wallow in self-pity.