Here it is, slowly getting better.
Where intention bumps into accident and the bits just work out.
Every decision puts me closer to closure and farther from the middle, but I'm pouting, arms crossed, on a moving platform, away from the train.
I stomp and want to wait here until it comes back, but I know I can't.
So I'll still be stagnant, and fighting against the change in the other direction, casually content with it happening around me, less me happening around it.
And there was a choice that was made that now only needs to be spoken to be true, but what will I do about the hurt feelings? I'm okay with the loss of the person himself, but there's a certain guilt to being the bearer of unhappy news. Which, ironically, will make me very happy to deliver. Or at least to have the guts to deliver. Maybe it's just that this will no longer be resting heavily on my mind and shoulders. I have enough guilt as it is, what's a little bit more for the release of another kind?
Perhaps it can be considered a personal growth? Or is it that the fact that it's something that's holding me back that makes it a personal failure? I have enough of those too.
I've learned now. I've done. I've decided. Now, it's about the delivery....