Fast forward to today. I can’t tell you who she is or what she’s doing. We don’t communicate. But what I do know is that no matter how different we may be, we’re both entitled to be who we are. And there is a great deal of freedom and peace in accepting those differences. I can’t pretend to be a Blair when I’m still a Jo and I would never expect her to be a Dorothy if she’s still a Blanche. What I can do though is accept us both for who and where we are. Perhaps our paths will intertwine again some day, or perhaps they won’t.
My hope for her, and you who’s reading this, is that your paths are filled with light and love and only ever happy tears. That you’re being you and loving life. That your path is scenic and rewarding. I hope you’re doing what you’re here to do and staying true to who you are.
And hey, if you’re a Blair but ever need a Jo, well you know where to find me.