I had lunch this week with a potential colleague. Every such encounter offers me options, choices, if I allow them. Every encounter with every person we meet offers options, choices as well. Way open, way closed. Options. Choices. A veritable cornucopia of possibilities. Some of them are mine.
I have options
She said
Before she left my office
And moved out again
Into the world.
I have options too,
More than I have named
Until now.
Every choice I make
Opens up the possibility
Of something new.
I delight
In helping people
Find the connections
They need
To take their next steps,
To see
They have options
Like me
Like the woman
Who left my office
To move
Back out
Into the world.
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