Not A Screwdriver
A lot can change in two years. I know that better than anyone. For years I walked around in a sort of fog, convinced that I was not anything but a screwdriver. Don't ask me why, I'm not entirely sure. What I do know was that I was certain of that fact. Then one day, two tears ago, I tried to screw a nail in place and the blunt trauma cleared the fog.
Two years ago today I released that I was not a screwdriver. I'm actually a saw.