You cannot reach Marker 5130 without dragging the ghost of who you used to be behind you.
Maturity, as it turns out, is not about getting your act together. It is about realizing you were never supposed to have an "act" in the first place.
There is a particular kind of silence that arrives after the children have left, after the promotion that didn’t fix everything, after the divorce papers are signed, or after you finally admit that the life you built feels like a sweater knit for someone else.
— M. Did a specific part of this resonate with you? The conversation about forgiveness, or the idea of "unpacking" the past? I’d love to hear where you are on your own road.