Gone Before Goodbye

by Reese Witherspoon

the debates lasting into the wee hours of the morning in the days when disagreeing was considered a good thing, when differing viewpoints were welcomed because they challenged and honed your thinking rather than producing anger and scorn.

“Enjoy the smaller moments,” her father had often told her. “That’s where life is lived.”

It’s a massive mind melt that never seems to have a clear answer: Never be too provocative but never be too stuffy… Oh, but have a sense of style and always know what’s trending so you don’t appear, gasp, out of date—always trying to find the right balance between feminine and practical. Utterly exhausting.

and that’s on being a women

It’s like religion when you think about it: Only one faith can be correct. The rest of the world worships a forgery.

I think about this a lot

Greed is not ‘I need more’—it’s the fear of losing what you already have. Of going back. So you hold on tighter and keep trying to climb up. Because that’s the only way you can go. Life won’t let you stand still. You are either on your way up or you’re on your way down. And you’ll do anything not to go down.”

It’s one of the things she’d most enjoyed about Trace’s company—he always said something that made her think.

Grief knows you are expecting it on those days. So Grief bides its time. It lulls you, makes you think it’s not such a threat anymore, and then when your defenses are down—when