It started with a conversation about the shifting winds. A talk about how this fiscal quarter feels so different than the last — about the things that have already changed or are about to change, the major shifts that could happen as early as this summer.
“It feels like a new chapter,” I remarked. And thus opened up both the can of worms and the rabbit hole: the concept of a new chapter.
Perhaps it’s the writer side of me: the side that is always trying to find and piece together narratives, even when there isn’t one. I know I have to be careful with that: it’s the same part of me that seeks out the story like Don Quixote and his windmill giants. It’s the same side that’ll exhaust my soul in the effort to find the happy ending, even when the ending has no choice but to be ambiguous and unsatisfying. It’s the same side of me that can attribute personality traits and personal motivations to people when the opposite proves to be true. The side that will assume things are far deeper than they actually are.
But it’s not just the writer side of me. Chapters can act like milestones, like moving pieces coming together, like markers to show you just how far you’ve come in the grand scheme of things. Continue reading