The curse is steadily lifting. After two decades of shadows, both literally and figuratively, I can see a pinprick of light in the distance. Karma is real.

I’m tired of living out my days haunted by a single mistake; one I now realize I was baited into. I’ve forgiven myself, and that should be enough for anyone still boiling over. Whatever it is they’re still stewing about after all this time should’ve been long dead by now. The fact those feelings are on life support is no longer my concern.

I’ve moved on and, in order to do so, I’ve wiped the slate clean on most of my windows to the world. It wasn’t easy, especially since I’m my own biggest critic. I only have two lifelong friends left, but they’re hanging by a thread. Life happens, connections sever, and feelings fade. I caught a whisper of it years ago, but now I completely understand. Knowing me is baggage. I’ve been metaphorically circling the claim area, ignored by former passengers who just want to go home. I feel that.

Someone was right; my talents and I have done nothing but live for attention for the past decade. Obviously it worked because they noticed, but I don’t care about that. I’ll do what I do, making interested parties seek me out for a change. Let’s truly see if the door swings both ways.

How can you successfully drive forward with your eyes on the rear view mirror?

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.