I had no idea.

But I knew.

Knew I'd be judged.

What was in store for me.

My butt was kicked.

My heart was broken.

A part of me died.

Like it was supposed to.

I picked myself up.

Dusted myself off.

Because what happened was supposed to happen.

Because it did.

It made room for something else to show up.

I found solace in what died that day.

The day my ego died.