I really love second chances…both welcoming them and offering the redemptive opportunity to others. In theory, second chances are generous amounts of sweet-smelling, gossamer tulle gently wrapped around a gift box of ‘Hey, who cares what happened before?’
The truth is, second chances are really hard. Like sprinting in flip-flops hard. Where if you go too fast, you end up proned out, shaking your head trying to figure out what happened. Second chances are dirty, skinned knees and sweaty sleepless nights wondering how the hell this is all going to work out.
I still believe in them though. Champion them, even. Because if anyone is willing to put in the necessary work, then a second chance is just that - the moment where you get to positively re-write an ending.
I’m guessing everyone is open to a better outcome. I sure am.
