Today, at the VEF conference, I lost something special. It’s valuable, though not much. But it’s special not because of its value but because of it being a symbol of an important thing in my past. I don’t know why I have kept it until today. It was lost, then it was found by one of my friends. I had a choice. I could either get it back, or simply forget it and pretend that it was never found. I chose to lose it for good. It seems a hard decision, but actually it was not. I felt relieved. It was much easier than I had thought. I think I am now ready to leave the past behind and start something new.
Today I might also find something new to start.