So, I got mugged last night.

Fucking Fuck ‘n Fuck. Shit, Shit, Shit. On my own fucking street. I keep replaying it over and over in my head. I should have held on to my purse longer, maybe I’d still have it, I should have let go sooner, maybe I wouldn’t have the bruises and scrapes. I’ve concluded that these “shoulds” are my way of pretending I had power in the situation. I think the idea that I was a failure in the context of a crazy situation is much better for my psyche than feeling as if I had no control at all. What I take from the experience: failure is better than powerlessness.