An ending –
As I drove out the mile long driveway that I had driven on for the last year I now, suddenly, almost instantly as if a blindfold ripped from my eyes, heard and knew the answer to it all. I got it. It was said to me many times by several people throughout my life. My mom told me when I was first learning to tie my shoes. A friend had uttered it in a strained breath as we stretched to reach the finish line of our first half marathon. I spat it many times in the early cold thick with fog mornings from my warm bed. And now I spoke it, whispered it through my rose colored lipstick covered lips to the car, to the corn fields flashing by me, and most importantly to myself, with conviction. “Keep going. Keep going.”