Some people's lives are straight lines. They take each step, stone by stone, easily gliding into the next stage of their lives, tasks at hand all mapped out, whether by circumstance or by plain force of nature or luck. Sure they get their heartache or take a slight misstep once in a while but their course is always redirected along that straight and narrow path. Others, like 30-year-old, Hope had a harder lot. Now, Hope had been given alot in her life, a college education, opportunities to see the world and a good run of work in the exciting field of Television, in the even more exciting city of Los Angeles, however Hope was a fragmented person. She had chard's of herself sticking out at every turn. When she did one thing another thing would tug at her heart strings, when she found a groove, that groove with collide with a brick wall and stop her dead in her tracks.
The year the X started showing up in her life, it was almost as if her path had just about had it with all the dead ends and roundabouts, she sure couldn't make sense of what was to come around any turn. Her heart was tested, her resolve was worn down to thread bare, and the fog of despair had hit it's all time highest point. To understand what happened next you have to look back at how she got there.
Over the course of the next several posts we will learn how the year of the X came to be and how it transformed her from a pathless wanderer to a leader of paths.
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