It used to be that my openings were furtive,threadbare,only available once the fabric of time had worn so thin that potential was inevitable.I took what I could get,and what I got was more akin to the random of raggedthan the intention of lace. It never once occurred to me that there were other options.Something more than a space large enough to glimpse what might be possibleIf only I knew where to look.Opportunities were for those more deserving.Room to breathe for…