Have you ever woken up one morning and not know who you are? It’s a heady feeling. I don’t mean in an altzhiemer way. I mean not knowing who you are from the point of view of the labels we define our selves with; primarily jobs, relationships, physicality.
I wake up in the morning not recognizing the man in the mirror. The man in the mirrow does not fit the description of the fading memories in my mind. I feel that is good.
I’m beginning to believe I can just be. I’m beginning to believe I can be whomever I wish to be.
Deep shit eh. Or is it?