no stopping

I once made a conscious decision that I was done with this.

No more discovering complications and making them more complicated.

Simply decided to stop.

(in hindsight, perhaps that's why I am the way I am)

But then, of course, I can't control these things.

That decision didn't matter -- do they ever?

Worst timing, too. Istanbul is in one week.

But I don't care, I've decided

that I'm going.

That was months ago.

There's no stopping it and there's no stopping me.

If you don't already know what this is about, I'm not telling.

I just needed a place to go.

Back to work.