Life then and life now feels like a completely separate world. It feels like my past happened to someone else, a distant stranger, a different universe altogether. Been reading a memoir lately (Educated) about an Indian girl growing up in Idaho who was raised Mormon, none of which I came close to experiencing. At times, it feels like my past feels as distant to me as even that. Partially it's because I don't remember most of it. Aside from environment and circumstance, partially, it's also because my mindset and perspective on life has changed drastically.
Yet, it's a gradual change. It's quite scary to be honest. You can be as self-conscious and reflective as you want, and you'll notice the change as they come by year after year, but when you look after at the grander length of time, 5-10 years maybe, you'll realize the sum of those changes you observe do not add up to the grand total.
(Been wanting to blog for myself again more and stumbled across this blog delightfully. Frees me from feeling like I have to end my entries somewhere or that I have to have complete and coherent thoughts.)
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