December 8: Time Travel

by racheldemy

This season is about nothing if not reflection. Tonight I spent time with what I used to call “my past”. Then I realized this past is just as relevant as my present and these two things are not separate. They are one, on a continuum. And all the lamenting about moments gone or “who I used to be” seemed inaccurate, as they became as accessible as events occurring just this morning. Like I could step into who I was 5 years ago at will, with all the hindsight and experience I have right now, and both of those places feel related. Equal. Part of me.

I found the wormhole and I am grateful.