Rehairing the bow didn't fix what I hoped

Finally got the bow rehaired after months of telling myself the half-dead hair was 'honest tone.' It wasn't honesty, it was just avoidance — but now the bow sings again and I'm still restless, still dreaming of that ferry I never finished crossing, still wondering if turning down the quartet was wisdom or cowardice. The relief is real. It just wasn't the whole story.