I reconnected with someone from my past tonight. He'd been haunting me for the last month. Like that nasty letter, bearing bad news, that you just don't want to open. Honestly, I dreaded it - but at the same time, I asked for it.
A month ago he sent me an email to see if I was still alive. Couldn't answer it. It stared at me each time I opened my email. A constant reminder that change was coming, whether I was ready for it or not.
Contact with him always means change. Our conversations are often the catalyst for movement. Knowing this, I didn't want to face the inevitable.
On a whim I forwarded him a silly email that I received from a friend. That was it! I opened the door.
Two hours later I sit here, energized and exhausted from the interaction. And grateful. I can't call it the beginning - more like the middle, the dip in life where you've come down a terrific high and now need a nudge to get back up to the next plateau.
After 26 years (and really only 19 days) a ghost from my past is propelling me forward to my future. Oh yes - I am grateful - and humbled.
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You know what I find truly strange? I still remember your mom's tacos!
I still make those tacos...we used to sit at the table and my dad would say "turn the table around Sis".
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