I had lost my job, my love, my friends and my self. If I was to survive, I needed to escape. I needed to retreat and heal. I had to regain focus. I had work to do.
While I could spin tales of how and why, those are stories for another day. What is important is that somewhere in my partially self imposed exile, I found something. I found that in my singularity, I am strong. I found the Watchtower.
From my perch, I was able to focus on my amazing career. I was able to focus on a gift I've been given and hone skills most couldn't understand. I found my center. I was able to call upon talents and discovered that these talents can protect and guide others.
From my place of exile, my fortress in the sky, I can and I do, make the difference.
Forgive the vagueness. Forgive me for my brevity. It's late and I'm tired. I needed practice.