small a word for a life that had taught me so much.
I regretted the moments when I allowed other people’s certainty to replace my own judgment.
Yet I didn’t regret loving Andrew.
Love had not made me foolish.
I also didn’t regret choosing a future that held no promise of perfection.
Perfection had once been another word for control.
What I longed instead was honesty.
Work that mattered.
Friends who asked questions and listened to the answers.
A home where no document had to be hidden beneath the floorboards.
