I kind of feel like I'm heading into trembling waters with no gear. Somewhere along the dock I dropped my flippers and ripped my life jacket.

When in reality I have the world at my hands. I'm worrying about the smallest things, when what counts are the life skills and the use of what I have. Waging rivers and armies of vast anger; fortitude not withholding; obstructions to my left and to my right-- it is easy to lose sight that this is an adventure... not a trap, not an obstacle, and not an experience meant to break me down, but to build me up.

I have the skills to make my own tools.

That is what should count.