The gift of seeing

I broke down during a toast because I finally—39 years in—saw things clearly

A few weeks ago I gave a toast at a celebratory event and did something I have never done during a public fêting.

I started crying.

Part of me wanted to blame it on the strong Cosmopolitan I was enjoying—or perhaps on the work I have been doing to reprogram my emotional robot self—but given that I can tether the precise moment the tears sprang into my eye…