Tracing the Boston of my memories.

[rubberskunk]

I get reminded that as much as I like Boston, love Boston... all the bridges that I burned back there are still there as well. I guess it's kind of funny, if it weren't so sad.

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[momentrabbit]

Alternate futures, drawn loosely, are often vexing things - especially late at night. We're not bound by our pasts to repeat them, nor obligated to try: it can be hard to stop walking the ruts we dig, but we can. I do believe that it's doable: hard, but doable. Maybe it becomes 'normal', maybe it requires the addict's approach of taking the day a day at a time, every day, for the rest of one's life. Maybe a bit of both.

I've been finding, lately, that some bridges I thought I'd burnt away are actually safe enough to walk on - if I tread carefully. That may be the case for some of yours, too.. on the other hand, there are many other bridges. No need to feel that you must tread the same paths over again to get where you're going: and as suggested above, perhaps you don't really want to take the old bridges anyhow; perhaps you're going somewhere else. It's easy to get distracted by the scenery, sometimes.

And to echo sentiments another rabbit would probably espouse, 'you can never step in the same river twice'.

(long, reassuring hug)