Dear W

I feel like my life is a constant re-enactment of that Sesame Street game where they sing, "one of these things is not like the others."

I want my insides to feel calm, not raw and throbbing. I want peace. I miss peace. I miss feeling certain about hope. I miss feeling certain about what I knew. I missing feeling certain.

It's the W, right? The W is the thing that's not like the others?

And I know that isn't wrong. I mean, even though it's not a 2, we need W. Without it, how would we differentiate between strappy sandals and wedge ones? Look at how many words in this post require  a W!

The W knows that even though it's not a 2, it has a purpose. It's not of less worth than the two's. The comparison between the letters and numbers is to teach you about them both. It matters even though it's alone. And probably when the W is surrounded by like-minded consonants, it remembers what it's there for. The W has the why.  Hi yo!

Sometimes, everything you once learned you have to learn again, so you can see the other side of what is also true.

Thank you, W. Now, I need a why.