A month ago, I wrote a rambling entry about my ongoing redefinition of myself.
Today, sitting at Rich O's and enjoying what has become my customary after-work beer, I got a glimpse of the person I may become.
I looked at the empty space on the sofa, and I felt my eyes well up. Not with sadness, but with profound optimism.
The empty space was no longer a void left behind by something missing. It had become, at least for today, a placeholder for something yet to come.
I must have looked like a crazy person, with my eyes tearing up and that shit-eating grin on my face.