“I don’t want to do this.”
My mom had a heart attack. I flew home. I handled it.
I was steady. Capable. Useful.
Then I drove fifty-one hours back to California and fell apart.
That’s Byrontology.
We take a broken heart and make art.
The broken heart is sometimes rejection, jealousy, or despair.
The art is the response that brings us back home—a book, a movie, a walk, a conversation, a meaningful moment at Taco Bell.
Read, watch, spiral with me at Byrontology.com.
