The drum beat of change bangs on.

As I sit here in solitude contemplating one thing after another, the nagging truth of my mortality and the direction of my life is forefront. The things I wanted, I now don’t.
My family, friends, my cats -  I still care about those, but other things like career(?) goals(?) Not sure what they are anymore and if I’m being honest, I don’t know if I even care.

Needing to be right is petty.

At this point, I’m not sure what’s to be gained by proving that I was right to people I don’t know. The time has already been spent and I’ve chosen not to spend more trying to be the righteous one in this drama. My actions were what they were and I’m OK with how I reacted. In short, I can live with it. The interpersonal tensions that arose and still linger are going to have to run their course without me.