Emotional victory

This is my fifth go at the words for this space today. While I would chalk today in the win column, my inner fork-tongued, pageant-mom is shaking her head in silent disappointment. “It was an emotional victory,” rumbles the peacekeeper. And the department heads on overnight shrug and nod in acceptance. That’s the victory that matters. That’s the longest, toughest war. In the end it’s those outcomes which will string together into what we remember of this life.




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