I won't lie - this year is the year that would have made most people cave and slit a wrist but I sit, in this floral office chair, still staring at a computer screen wondering if it's possible to fully recover, move on, and simply let go. Of course it is. It seems such a foolish thing to have lamented my freedom for so long instead of embrace it.
25 looms around the corner, waiting.
Things will be different. This is the end of a cusp.
It's my turn, finally.