The bench
- Personal growth
- Mental health
- Starting over
At thirty I spent an October night on a ferry terminal bench. No marriage, no house, nobody to call. I walk through how I pulled the facts of that night apart from the story I had stapled to them.
What happened and what you made it mean are two different things. You wrote the meaning. You can rewrite it.
Your listeners get: Two columns they can fill in that night: what a camera would have recorded, and what they made it mean.
