in my early 20s, my life wasn’t the easiest.
my father was terminally ill.
i pursued my master’s full-time while working full-time as a classroom teacher,
burning the proverbial candle at both ends.
i left my home at 7, and returned home past 10 most nights.
my migraines were constant.
i mended a broken heart just before meeting the man to become my husband.
one night, during this chaotic time, around the holidays after i turned 23,
my best friend anna flew in to chicago.
the night she was to return to new york, she turned to me:
“my mom wanted you to have this.”
inside the box, was a frame.
and in that frame
a slip of paper from an ordinary fortune cookie
“there is still yet time to take a different path.”
also in that box, was a letter, from her mom,
explaining how she came upon the fortune:
a total stranger gave it to her in a chinese restaurant
after her husband
stormed out of the restaurant
during a fight.
in the letter, she stated that I had to
pass it along to someone
when I felt they needed it.
she felt i did.
years later, i did pass it on.
but the story still moves me.
it meant the world to me at the time.
it was the kick in the head
i needed to move on.
ten years later.
i realize it’s never to late
to change course
to flush your degrees down the toilet
and pursue a different direction.
there’s something brewing here
at the estate
that is big.
so big, i wish i could share it.
it would ruin the surprise
of the new path
i have now chosen,