“I throw the car into drive, and once we’re moving forward again, I feel tough. Which is exactly what I want to be. Tough means strong. It means even if you’re sad – or god forbid, lonely – you won’t crumble like a dry granola bar in the bottom of a backpack, destined to spill out over the lap of the first person who fumbles open your foil wrapper. Tough is the opposite of troubled waters.”
