It’s New Year’s Eve, and though it is not a Wednesday, I thought it was symbolic enough anyway. So… here I am, back from my mini-hiatus, with the final chapter of The Five Stages of Rectification.
It’s bittersweet, for more than one reason. This was always a story about grief and being changed, and whether life imitates art or art imitates life, a fair bit of grief and change came into my life while writing it.
I’m strangely sad to finish it, even as I am happy too.
This chapter is about Acceptance, but…
What is Acceptance?
Perhaps it is looking your enemy in the eye and feeling something un-clench, stiffened fingers letting go of a knife.
Perhaps it is standing on the edge of a rooftop and realizing you want more out of life than death.
Perhaps it is a coward discovering that a loving heart can only be brave.
Acceptance is not a destination; it is the willingness to look down that road with no end in sight, and keep walking. (And perhaps, to look up, take in the sights… and think it is beautiful.)
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who followed and read this fic, to everyone who encouraged me. Happy New Year! I hope you’ll enjoy this final installment! (Please let me know what you thought!)