Prologue
- Ernest Hemingway
Eliza Sanderson
I wasn't always unfortunate.
At one point, I was thriving.
At least, I think I was.
There were definitely moments throughout my adult life when things went right. But those other times, the moments when things went south were beginning to outweigh the rest.
I started to really question what the hell I was doing with my life.
I was twenty-nine, well educated, and I met all of society's standards that made me physically attractive.
Insert eye roll.
But I was no closer to figuring out what I wanted to do with my life than I was the day that I graduated from college.
I felt like I had stomped on all the pavement that Atlanta had to offer, and I'd covered most of it with no sense of direction.
Then all of a sudden I was knocked off of my feet, right onto my ass.
My compass came in the form of a reality check, which coincidentally also signed my paychecks.
And Mr. Bolthouse did not disappoint.