By the end of May, I didn’t recognize my reflection. The person in the mirror was me, of course, nothing dramatic had happened physically, but I was not where I wanted to be, not in any real way.
So I cut ties here and there, mentally, with people, with places, with habits that were holding me back. I began, long ago, to see the knots fraying, and to see the damage those frays were doing not only to me but to everyone else involved but I was afraid of what would happen if I made a move.
But I let it go. I had to.
This is me saying that life is precious.
I began to braid new ropes.
We are lucky if a person’s path runs parallel to our own for longer than a moment. We are lucky to have the opportunity before they take a different direction to tell them good luck and that we hope to see them soon, should our lives find us in the same place again.