**I wrote the following over a span of hours between 10:00 PM on 9/5/2019 and 2:30 PM 9/6/2019, with nap breaks and snacks between.
The moment you decide you are a writer, it's inevitable that you will find yourself paralyzed with fear and doubt, and unable to write. A friend of mine—who will stay anonymous—told me one day, and I'm sure I'm paraphrasing, "I wish the world wasn't like this, but sometimes to make it in this world, a girl has to have 'Big D Energy.'" Of course, she said something other than the letter "D." I will keep that slang terminology rated PG... for now. Confident in my belief in the afterlife, and in the existence of a power greater than myself, I made a decision about a year ago that whatever mystery was to come after death—whether we get one life and one chance, or, like some believe, 1,000 trips back to make it right—I was going to live like a cat in its ninth life. I didn't know the term "Big D Energy" at the time.