________, I was so mad when you told me that I would stop doing the work one day. You didn’t even know the work that I was doing and yet you said I would stop. I had barely begun and you were focused on that day when I would no longer do that work. Isn’t it funny that you now do the work I used to do? And I am not made any more. Just woke up this morning and realized that I had been mad at you for so long. And that, in the moment of that knowing, I am not mad any more. And, you were right. And wrong. Wise in that time in a time that I could not see a path. And, so intent on the path that I was walking that to have a voice say that I would step off that path one day… well, I could not hear it then. And now, I smile. For you were right, and wrong. The work never stops. What it looks like to another? Well, that is a different story.
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