There’s one constant that I know of in life…and that is that it’s always changing. When one chapter closes you can only hope that another one opens. Inevitably one will, but there are often blank pages in between the chapters and those pages turn oh so slowly and painfully. It’s as if they’re waiting for you to write your own narratives…reflect back on the previous chapter and try to decide what you learned from it. Did you grow? Did you become more of you? Or did you just allow life to happen without thinking to protect yourself from the hurt that was bound to be a part of it? We do that. We get caught up. We convince ourselves that life will finally settle and make sense but if we’re really honest with ourselves we know that never happens and each chapter is just a bridge to the next. Some chapters we are lucky enough to have learned from and to have loved in. Others promise to be heartbreaking and painful. But in the end each chapter is written and each chapter is read. Together they form the story of a life. When this chapter draws to an end I hope I’m ready – I hope it’s prepared me to navigate through this next one. I just think there will be a lot of slowly turning blank pages staring back at me, waiting for my pen to write before the next chapter will be able to begin. And so it goes. Nothing is forever but a memory.

Ciao Amici…

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