I feel stuck in Utah. Stuck by other people’s expectations…by Sharia law…by other people wanting to use my body to interact with each other. I do not know if I can ever escape. I do not know if it will be different in Florida. Newton courts and Flournoy courts. Maybe there is no difference. Maybe all of life is truly a stage. Maybe nothing is real except for my children. As a child I felt the ocean held the answers. If I could just get outside of myself for a minute..look at the ocean. Maybe I could find peace. Maybe I could get answers.