One moment, I look in the mirror and see someone I recognize. The next, I look back, and someone new is there.
There’s a subtle difference, where, the person staring back at me this time seems just a little bit different, a little bit changed from the way they were just a moment ago — they are more mature, lighter, newer.
I took a moment to get to know myself, again.
I spent some time, curiously observing the transformation. The transformation that, if I wasn’t paying attention, would have gone unnoticed — what a tragedy that would have been.
So, I asked them questions, as if I were just meeting them for the first time, because well, I was.
What do you like? What are your passions? What are your hopes and dreams? How does it feel to be in your body? How does it feel to be in your mind?
I felt surprised by the answers I heard.
And as I stood there, staring back at this person I thought I knew, I wondered, how many versions of myself did I miss, all because I wasn’t paying enough attention?
