They Thought My Beach House Was Foreclosed—I Let Them Believe It

of me never matched my reality. Recording things was my way of proving to myself I wasn’t crazy.”

“Do you ever look at that spreadsheet? The ledger?”

“No. Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t need to keep counting what was taken. I’m too busy keeping track of what I’m building.”

He was silent. “I want to be part of that.”

“Then show up,” I said. “Consistently.continue reading …