Occasionally there is a moment of clarity that comes after a break-up. Where gratitude very briefly clears the vision of the dumped, and they can see the stepping stone that the past amount of time was. The connection from where you were to where you are going.
For me that came this evening as I walked in the door from work. I saw the voice-mail icon on my silenced cell phone and threw the Nokia across the room. In movie precise fashion, time slowed the phone midway to the refrigerator and I saw the upside. The anger faded. I felt both drained and filled - renewed by my freedom and future and flexibility. She had released me, however harshly, and I could choose the optimism.
I blinked.
The phone shattered. The magnetic chip clip fell and split in two.
I just smiled and walked toward a shower, a t-shirt, some jeans, and someone new.
For me that came this evening as I walked in the door from work. I saw the voice-mail icon on my silenced cell phone and threw the Nokia across the room. In movie precise fashion, time slowed the phone midway to the refrigerator and I saw the upside. The anger faded. I felt both drained and filled - renewed by my freedom and future and flexibility. She had released me, however harshly, and I could choose the optimism.
I blinked.
The phone shattered. The magnetic chip clip fell and split in two.
I just smiled and walked toward a shower, a t-shirt, some jeans, and someone new.
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