Created on Friday, December 19, 2008.
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Today was my last day at work, and I was taking it well, saying final goodbyes to people, most of whom I would never see or speak to again. The girls tending the shop downstairs made me a little goodbye sign out of store packaging and letter candles, which I loved. And when I was packing my stuff to go, I found a chocolate plaque inside my bag that my head chef had snuck in before he left, and I knew that for all the long hours, low pay and general annoyances that place gave me, that it was home — sometimes more so than home itself — and the people were family, and that I’d miss it and them terribly.

And it reminded me that you can steel your heart against any kind of hardship, but the simple act of kindness will unstitch you every time.

What will I do now? I guess the answer is live, but it’s hard to know how to do that when you never really began. It’s nice to have a plan (and yes, I have a tenuous plan), but it’s entirely something else to look into a future that is fogged in uncertainty, seeing more paths than Robert Frost could deal with, and knowing that every minute is a chance to turn it all around.

That's all there is, there isn't any more.
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