I wonder sometimes about the type of person I would have been if i had stayed in that expensive school in Minneapolis all those years ago. If I had paid back all the debts I owed.
If I had never made rash decisions and packed up countless times. If I had stayed, somewhere. In any of those ‘wheres.
Before the geographic differences and subtle layers of time and events covered the days and set the bridges on fire.
I have always been afraid of moving backward and my biggest fear is that there will be a reckoning for this someday
I crawl forward only to meet myself in a new closet
in a new place the mirror always reflects the same perspective
Where can one go to understand the choices made years ago, and is there a goodness in knowing that you might have done it all the same?