Being Brave

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Last week I sent an email to someone I'd deliberately lost touch with.
It was brief, but conveyed my message.
Mentally I'd been waving an olive branch for far too long; trying to forgive both parties. Trying to let go.
But I could fool myself no longer.I had to make a move.
Had to let him know.
(After weeks of deliberation and consulting with an enlightened friend, I summoned up my courage and screwed it to the sticking place. )


I waited for a response, certain none would come.
It did.
And we arranged to meet.

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We meet for lunch this afternoon.
It was awkward at first, but then things gradually warmed. I may have gushed too much; filling in the space of the past two years.
I was happy and nervous all at once.

I'm trying not to think too much about the future.
What could be.
What will be.
For now, I'm just grateful I acted.
For doing something that scared me.
It was a lesson I needed. A moment of clarity.
A place of immutable truth.

1 comments:

  1. Remember that conversation we had years ago about wanting to be the kind of person who offers? I admire you so much for doing this! I miss you. Come visit?

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