The cause of my conflict is tucked safely in bed.
I focus myself and with great concentration begin to apply layer after layer-painting myself and symbolically showing the world:
This is war.
I have declared it and will not rest until I win.
Or I'm dead.
The warpaint applied, I surround herself with my arsenal of weapons and begin the waiting.
I may appear peaceful.
I may appear calm.
But a battle is raging right there on my face.
It is the signs of aging.
And this 32 year old plans to win.