Life is sometimes a series of “ifs and buts”. I was sitting on my toilet seat, in my pink bathrobe, going through my thoughts. I was thinking out loud since I had the opportunity to be alone, away from my family, the temporary outsiders. I let the water run in the sink for a few minutes to make sure I wouldn’t be heard. It occurred to me that all my plans for the next few months were hypothetical “if” scenarios. But these “ifs” are what I depend on, what I look forward to. What do you do when all you have is an “if” or a “maybe”? What do you do when all you can count on is fate, luck, a chance, or a happenstance…