Gaining my composure is never a gain. Nothing of real value is lost when I sob in the veggie section of the grocery store, a stranger’s gentle hand resting on my back. I, like the avocados, can measure my readiness by my softness. Life is ripe. Sweet and perfect and almost over, for all of us.

Trying to avoid rejection is like trying to avoid sunlight. Rejection is painful but it also helps you to grow. It can burn you but it’s everywhere. It feels good to show your face and be seen, once you accept that we’re all afraid and we will all get burned over and over again. It feels good to be brave and accept that you aren’t in control at all... See more