(I was flipping through a dictionary a few days ago, and that was the sentence used for the definition of “emerge”.)
Three conversations I’ve had recently:
One. During which I said that I had a lot of emotional baggage.
Two. A friend said she needed to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up. I told her that I’ve given up trying to figure it out. Every time I think I know, things change. And where I end up is nothing like my well-made plans.
Three. Reflecting on how my life has changed since 2001. And I said I think I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.
It seems like the dots wouldn’t connect.
None of us have a past beyond reproach. Knowing that takes the pressure off.