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Hurtling Down a Seven-lane Highway
It’s one thing to have your whole life turned upside down by a single phone call.
It’s another to feel like you’re hurtling down a seven-lane highway at 80 mph, waiting for someone in the backseat to yell out whether the exit is on the left or the right.
I hate waiting.
A New Beginning
This must be what stepping foot on the moon for the first time feels like. Euphoric. Surreal. A moment so monumental, so extraordinary, that words almost feel unworthy of describing it. If asked to articulate it, I find myself grasping at metaphors, a mere mortal undeserving of such power.
I wish I knew how to bottle this feeling. This rare, intoxicating flow is a high unlike any other (though, full disclosure, my experience in that realm is limited—my wildest trip was an Ambien-induced hallucination, never again).
Nonetheless, I did a thing. I pressed the button. And now it’s real.
There’s a version of me that used to love being seen.
Not in a flashy way. But in a validating way. I knew how to show up with a how-to. I knew how to deliver. I knew how to earn attention.
But somewhere along the way, I started mistaking performance for purpose.