Why are we here?
Dear Inara, I have struggled for so long to begin writing letters to you. Crippled by fear and feelings of inadequacy, I lay on the mat of procrastination waiting for the perfect time – a sign, a stirring of the waters, and someone or something that would knock me unconscious, sweep me off my feet, and throw me into the waters whose waves would rock me into action. Today, I decided to stop waiting, throw off every restraint, get up, and put ...