Starting Over.

It's a funny thing. Curious, I suppose. It's 2024 now, time is moving both fast and slow. It is both humbling and exhausting. I am tired, yet excited.

I once heard that to be nervous and to be excited come from the same place. They are in unison, the same emotion. The only difference is the way that you treat them, the way you think about them, and how you perceive them.

They say hair holds memories, but I'm growing it out now. I want to keep my memories as I change, as I grow, as I evolve, and as I become someone differently entirely. I'd like to look at my reflection and see the waterfall of growth from my roots to my split ends. There was once a time when I would break down into tears at the thought of cutting my hair. I was a kid, so I don't believe it was the whole stripping my locks of my memories, but sometimes I wonder. I wonder if somewhere beneath my skin and in the cells of my brain, I knew I'd be saying goodbye.

Pictures appear on my phone from the past, "a year ago," they read. "Six years ago," it says. It is surprising to me that I've had an app downloaded for six years and even more shocking that I've been alive much longer. I do not recognize myself in those pictures. Not at all.

Starting over. It's a quest. A journey. A sort of everlasting experience. But one I'm happy to embark upon.