changing everything

"Let him be fifty feet away, let him not even speak to you, let him not even see you, he permeated, he prevailed, he imposed himself. He changed everything."
-Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Twice I've thought I had everything planned out, lined up, orchestrated. Twice everything turned upside-down, rearranged itself, was rudely interrupted. Last time, by Graves' disease, this time, by love, with all its blessed and beautiful inconvenience.