The first time I found myself on the other side of change…

I’m sharing a page from a recent journal entry. There was a time and a version of myself that kept those memories tucked away like they were only meant for the dark, and those pages tightly sealed.

It reaches back to something that happened many, many moons ago. A smaller crest in the scheme of things, if I’m honest. Life has since carried me through far steeper climbs and far deeper crossings than the one written here.

However, it was this memory that returned the other night. Unannounced and insistent, and also inspired by a friends writing, I followed it. And I wrote.

I even combed through years of cringeworthy social media to find these :)