The white hot nausea of having my heart ripped out of my chest is with me. I know that as time passes, healing of some degree will take place (I have to believe this) but my wound is still open. I vow not to allow anything to take away my passion even if the other side is so miserable at this point. I know that the darkest night will bring a sunrise and the deepest part of infinite waves of the bluest ocean and the salt in the air can yield greatest promise of new discovery. Enough already as I sail on a glass smooth sea to live life faithfully and with humility. Enough already.