June 14, 2019
Thresholds. You pass through one and the past disappears. As it should. Your intentions are fresh and new, and former regrets stay on the other side of this new land. You think it's over, because it is. Sometimes you're wrong, most times you're right. The past has no feet, it cannot catch up. Or can it? Wings? It has wings. It can go any which way. But you're insulated by all this newness. You wake up a clean slate. 10 years, 1 week. It doesn't matter how long. The most important thing is knowing when to press the kill switch.