What are you supposed to do when you are caught in a life you never expected to have? What do you do when you have your heart ripped out of your chest and shoved up your ass? How do you breathe? How do you move on with a smile? How do you find the strength to keep going? Welcome to the mind of a planner whose planned life went up in smoke at thirty-five—divorced, with two kids, and no job. Welcome to me. I have taken in a lot of pain, have dished out a lot of curse words, and have found the strength each day to survive at least the twenty-four hours immediately before me. No more planning. No more sunshine blowing. I am trying not to let myself be my worst enemy and usually failing at an epic scale. But tomorrow will be another day . . .