I’m beginning to feel as though I’ve come to the final few steps of my last dance, and the entire time I was simply going through the rehearsed steps. Every movement was determined by a choreographer that I’ve stopped believing in. All the steps he ever laid out for me were never in my best interest; they made me sloppy, threw me off balance, and left me dangerously close to the edge of the stage. Now the music is beginning to reach its denouement, and I’m remembering the dance with dissatisfaction.

I want to lead from now on, and I don’t want to continue this dance otherwise.