Blackberry mint julep up on my tall back porch watching the last drops of red sunset drain down off the mountains, and the bats and stars and fireflies come out. Week two of my chest-splintering cough. Today at work, I really slayed it. Then I broke into Chris's house by crawling up through a tiny bathroom window, came home, and made some excellent homemade Indian.
Indian. I think I'm learning that closure is the party you throw for yourself, not some beautiful moment that is delivered up with all the grace and justice you thought you deserved. Every day, I am learning that I am more capable. And I know what's next, and I'm almost ready.
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