I remember the pleasure of a good grade, my first paycheck, time spent with a good friend, performing in a play, being in the mountains. But not joy for no reason.

What Wyoming may lack in convenience, it makes up for in large open spaces.

I’d always thought giving up the struggle would mean I was a quitter. Or would it? I mean, just because I’m capable of treading water to the point of near drowning doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. Maybe sometimes sitting on the shore with a mango iced tea is the bravest choice you can make.