I remember the first time I experienced a moment of clarity. I was 33 years old (yes, 33), and I was cleaning my house. I was wiping down one of my dining room chairs, and I realized how thoroughly absorbed and focused I was on my chore. There was nothing on my mind other than that chair and my need to make the dirt on it go away. I realized, in that moment of nothingness, that I would be alright. I would be fine. I was there... in my living room, completely and thoroughly absorbed in the task at hand. There was nothing on my mind, none of it was there. For a moment, the hurt was gone, and my path, though not revealed, was crystal clear.
Everything that had happened prior to that moment was everything and nothing. It had brought me to this point, yet it was insignificant. All of it had been the cloud in which I had previously been walking around, but it was gone... the air was clear. Nothing was hovering around me, and the future was wide open and ahead of me.
and then the phone rang.
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