It seems as though I’m being prepared for a new and seemingly perilous course; fraught with the dangers of having to expose myself in uncomfortable ways that will push me to gnaw out of this cocoon I have woven for years. The recent onslaught of apologies for past hurts from those who I thought lacked the heart (or even the courage to push themselves to admit such things) makes me wonder - will I revert to a less cynical and calloused version of myself now that the debris and muck has cleared?
A good friend called it my universal pat on the back. My reward for putting up with endless amounts of hardship in various forms. My moment of kismet may have been exactly what I needed. A reminder that they will be a friend of mine for a lifetime, whether that is currently understood or not.
Now, All I need is patience to grapple with someone who apparently is better at disappearing than I am. Touché to life’s lessons and the strange places they can lead us to in the meantime.