Today I visited someone I haven’t seen in years. \u00a0An old mentor, no pun intended.<\/p>\n
I see now , my life changed, the branch in the road, and the freedom I have claimed.<\/p>\n
In ten years she has spun into a dance with her antithesis, her nemesis in flesh. \u00a0A woman in opposition to all my old mentor holds dear.<\/p>\n
The conflict has taken root in old losses, or so I believe, and it has flourished. \u00a0It nourishes in bitter twists of familiarity. \u00a0It is embraced for its definition of boundaries, its comfort in the emptiness.<\/p>\n
It has become a core piece of her world, a focal point to be shared, the story of life to be told.<\/p>\n
Is bitter comfort, not yet still comforting? \u00a0Does it matter what sees us through the night?<\/p>\n
I believe it does. \u00a0Yet that belief is in degrees, to the best that we each can attain. \u00a0Always we can reach for more (and sometimes we need to sit on our heels and *reflect*). \u00a0We can be more, for always we are becoming. \u00a0Or we can settle into a pattern of predictability and certainty, an old pair of uncomfortable shoes that we have adjusted to as much as they adjust to us.<\/p>\n
I am happier for the road I have taken.<\/p>\n
Barefoot and dancing. \u00a0Sharp stones scrape my heels, my toes dug into soft earth. \u00a0Living.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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