My Mother’s Big Reveal: I Was a Bastard
<p>Occasionally, the delicate thread of time and space cracks for a split second, and an opportunity presents itself. A chance to change, escape, start something, or end something. That split second can mean the end of life as you know it.</p>
<p>If you ever had to make a significant, life-altering decision, I’m sure you must know what I’m talking about. The visceral feeling when every cell of your body starts to scream at once, when all the edges become sharper, the colors more vibrant, and your heart skips a beat as you realize it is the moment, and you finally say, “This is it,” or “I’m done with you,” or “No more,” or “I can’t live like this anymore.”</p>
<p>My personal experience is the Universe (or however you choose to call the higher power) offers you these moments throughout a period of time over and over again until you finally find all your courage, get off your ass, and kick yourself in the back so you shoot through this crack as you would through an open door right above the abyss. Sometimes others do the kicking for you.</p>
<p>What is waiting for you on the other side of that opening on the fine thread of time and space? A new reality. A new life. A new chapter. A new truth.</p>
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