As I've gotten older, the rate at which I learn things about myself has started to snowball. Now, every day brings a new surprise with it, a little gift.
A few nights ago, I had drinks with a very dear friend who broke my heart once, and he told me something that I'm finally able to accept, and to believe.
Megan, it takes an incredible amount of force to ignore you, to even begin to try to not think about you.
That's sweet, isn't it? I suppose my brilliance is very hard to hide. I don't mean that in an egotistical way at all, just in the way that some people accept that their nose will always be this shape or that, their legs will always be so long (like my sister) , or whatever. I'm not easily forgotten, and that's comforting. But people will continue to try.
For the past few months, I've been working on a little experiment. I've thrown practicality and reason almost entirely out the window, and just let my intuition guide me. The crushing blows are much less crushing, and I feel like time has sort of stretched itself out and allowed me to get perspective on things as they come. If I don't get what I want, I will get something a million times better.
That's how I know it's all going to be okay. Wonderful, even.
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