One of the main reasons I started writing was to stop all that was swirling around inside of my head. For all of the rough days I've had with others, I carried even rougher times in my own head. How much time should pass before you forgive a wrong? How can you move on when so much around you still looks the same? Am I too sensitive? Are things to serious? Even if you distance yourself from everyone, you're at some point of any day alone with yourself. And seemingly that's where the trouble lies. Or the solution begins..."The Conversation That Matters Most" isn't a long book. I tried to be as concise with whatever I was going to say as possible. I needed to have a better conversation with myself and reflect on how much responsibility I was placing in everyone else's hands for making my life better. The answer is too much. It's my responsibility to talk myself into action and take better care of myself. I need to set realistic goals and be reasonable. Although difficult, it's not impossible. Everyday is a new day to begin. Today I move forward with a different first step.