Once, not so long ago, I would have freaked out about how I had lost something Mrs. Cavanagh had given me. I would have cried and been so forlorn, would have felt I had betrayed myself.
Today, I went rolled my eyes and thought, Gods, WHERE are my frakking speakers? I don't want to have to get another pair! And then I laughed about my ability to lose anything and checked the closet.
Where they were. Smiles. You've done good, Kiwi, you've done good with this strange non-romantic heartache, and you've healed. You've done good.
(Yes, I'm going to be a livejournal abuser for a while. It's easier to comment on short entries anyway! And easier to read in the future--hello future Kiwi on your New Year's memorial journey down Livejournal Lane!)