Forgiveness...

Last Saturday was Michelle's birthday and I sent her a letter and a card. It was a substantially lengthy letter, around 10-12 pages, handwritten BUT on wide ruled paper - folded like I used to fold "notes". Without going into too much detail, mostly because I can't remember the details, I wrote how I've changed over the past 2? years that I've gone without speaking to her. And in this time, I told her how I've changed. How I've, in my own way, come full circle back to... me. When I first met her at a Fil-Am "Know History, Know Self" conference in Milpitas, CA very many moons ago, I finished writing my script for the PCN... and I just finished writing my full-length play. In thinking and learning about a character's arc, I've found myself in my own drama, and i've changed. I'm not the same person anymore. I don't really know when or where it happened, but I've not only feel like I've moved on, which in in the generic sense, but more importantly, I've forgiven - her and me... and that's a good thing.

I wrote her an email, really short, just to wish her a Happy Birthday. Earlier tonight, she wrote back. Learned a few things, but I'm okay. :)