A friend of mine talked to me many months back about shutting down, taking things off her plate, getting ready for a big change. "How do you know when it's time to pack it all in?" I asked her at the time.
"You just know."
Much like the answer my brother gave me to the question, now decades ago, "How do you know who Mr./Ms. Right is for you?"
"You just know."
He was right. And my friend is right, too. I find myself in the peculiar place of knowingly ending some things, and readying up, preparing for something. What? I don't know. I just find that some things that need to be said are coming out, sometimes unbidden. Things that I used to worry about now seem to be answered with "So what?"
The busi(y)ness of this year actually camouflaged an eerie calm. I can see the surface of our lives glass-clear under the sun. But I see red skies on the horizon, and any good sailor knows that you'd better pay attention to those skies in the morning.
I don't know what's ahead; I only know it's time to get things in order.
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