On the eve of my 40th birthday, I need to do something. Burn the past.
Tonight I’m going to write a letter to the past. Tomorrow I will borrow a lighter from my mom’s husband and I will burn that letter, letting the ashes fall to the ground. The smoke will carry off into the sky and I will move on.
Mistakes were made. Bad decisions were made. The wrong people were trusted.
It’s alright. It’s over. It’s behind me. A new start. A new life. Starting now.
I guess if I wanted to look back, I could say that I’ve gone three months without any soft drinks. And that is a great feeling. I don’t miss soda. I enjoy water. Tap water, even. I’m drinking tea more. It’s like I’m changing all the time.
And yet as I write this, New Japan Pro Wrestling is on in the background. Some things never change.
I have no idea what I’m going to write but it won’t be long. One page, tops. Screw the past. Mindfulness, is that what they call it?