The breakup of my family taught me more about mending and resilience and forgiveness than any loss of a romantic partner ever has. Though it was impossible for me to comprehend when it first happened, I can see now that both of my parents are kinder, happier and more authentic now that they've gone their separate ways.
I wish I could delete the moments where I ever felt "old" because to think that now is just stupid. I saw the number 24 written on the cover of a book while on the train, and clearly thought these three things -- I am older than that number. I have not read that book. There is so much I have yet to do.