The ghosts in my head at Halloween are the ones that never came to be. The direction I didn’t take. The place I could be now if I’d chosen differently.
The shadows I contemplate at this shadow-contemplation time of year are sadness for the me I was then and the support she didn’t have and the extended rippling of that further out into my university experience – which never recovered – and my life in general than I could have predicted.
I’m happy with the decision itself. It was always the right one, and never have I had even a second’s regret in twenty years.
But the shadows it cast are long, all the same.