Unshoveled

Everything that felt wrong in the world yesterday seemed to make itself right today. Did something shift? Did someone clean up the mess when I wasn't looking? Did the loose ends repair themselves?

I couldn't tell you. All I know is that it was a great day, one that I was proud to be a part of. I am proud of my friends and of my parents and of my dogs and of myself. I am proud that hard work really yields results. What could be more deserving?

Today, the future seems a little more clear, and I know that the beauty of the future should be its mystery and the surprises it holds. But, to be honest, I am not one for surprises. I am the type to skip to the end of the book just to make sure my favorite character lives on in a work of fiction. Today, I feel firm in saying the future, though it is an unshoveled path, is as bright and pure and footprint-ready as new fallen snow.

Why it took today for me to realize this is beyond me.

Maybe, it was just time for things to come together.

Maybe, it really was fate.

Maybe is more than good enough for me.