A Month EarlierNo one can predict where life will carry them. The most well-thought-out plan can go awry. I ponder persistent solemnness, daily rituals, and countless tasks, which take me nowhere but circles, never-ending, mind-numbing circles. When did it all become so mundane? I want to shake things up, create disorder in my well-constructed life. Do away with rituals and transform into something different. But fear of losing control, fear of the unknown, holds me in that mundane place bleeding for change.
Often, I"ve wondered if mom, Judith Powell, named me Victoria to signal a triumphant birth. At the age of forty, and after several attempts, she finally succeeded victoriously. Mainly, I believe she gave me this name to triumph the ordinary and live as remarkably as she had. Victoria
