Standing on the edge of “I have no idea”

Abandoning the comfort of “at least I know”

I’ve separated from “you need to be me”

Started a loving relationship with “I need to be me”

Ignoring the coos of “this is how it’s always been”

Embracing the possibilities of “this is how it could be”

Accepting that I’m capable of “something else”

Moderate savoring of “the good old days”

A humble craving of “the best is ahead”

No hurt wasted, no truth swallowed

No opportunity passed, no progress avoided