If you knew that the end was near, how would you like to live your final hours? If you had the chance to avoid the circumstances that lead up to your hardest fall, what would you change in hopes of avoiding the consequences? How would you like to be remembered?
As I reflect on the past year, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve lived a lifetime in only 12 months. I stand in front of the mirror, 5’2 in height, brown skin, and the same chipped front tooth that has been there since December of 2020. My hair is short, yet again, for what feels like the 100th time. But I don’t feel the same.
The “lifetime” I lived within the last year, has shifted something drastically in my psyche. I can see it in the way I walk, the way my smile extends a little wider, or in the ease of my speech. Even if I still carry all of the idiosyncrasies that make me, me, or if I’m still navigating through entanglements I once created, I don’t recognize this version of myself.
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