Because to Er is Human
It’s past midnight, and I find myself sitting in the middle of everything—news of conflict between nations, the quiet pressure of an upcoming regulatory audit, and the softer pull of spiritual reflection. Strange how these worlds collide, but that’s life. I’m a mother, after all—used to holding many things at once. And then there are the smaller, more personal battles. The kind that don’t make headlines but linger longer than they should. Today, I was reminded of how easily people construct stories about you from fragments. A passing comment, a detail shared in good faith, a glimpse of who you used to be—and suddenly, a full narrative is built, often far from the truth. I’ve always believed it’s okay to have lived fully. To have gone out, laughed loudly, explored life, and made choices without regret. That doesn’t make anyone less worthy—it simply makes them human. But openness, I’m learning, is not always received with the same spirit in which it is given. A colleague made a remark ab...
