For quite some time, I have remained in a state of limbo, dancing between decisions, calmly sinking in the shallow end of life. As I was reading The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, it hit me. Somewhere in the midst of a thought about reading Carl Jung’s work on the Shadow while reading Murakami, it came to me that all the elements of my life make up my story. The heartbreak, the loss, the glory, the triumps. And within each story, are all the universal elements that make up every great story, every myth. How foolish it is to waste time wishing for a different story than your own! You have all the parts you need, and if there’s anything missing, maybe it’s you.