Going back to school. Relieved and happy and excited and nervous and enjoying the fact that for the first time in eighteen months, I feel like I am finally moving forward. It feels like divine intervention that the news should come this weekend, of all weekends. For a year and a half, I feel like I have been flailing, attempting to find direction in my life, and on this very pivotal day I choose to celebrate the future rather than mourn the past.
Let me be clear: though I have had many regrets in my life, many hurts, many decisions I wish I could change, many things I wish I did or did not do — you were never a regret, and you will never be one. I truly believe that sometimes we have to cast about in shadows before we come to our respective lights. I honestly believe you have found your path, and I gladly and willingly let you travel it. I am happy that I finally have mine. And that I have taken those few tentative steps towards my end destination. I will continue to support you and your endeavors, I will always be willing to help you out in any way I can.
Despite the cliche being one that does little to comfort someone in a state of emotional peril, there is sound truth in these often quoted words: Everything happens for a reason and we are never given more than what we can handle. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.