Why does the brain remember a ten-year-old workplace mortification in perfect detail, but let the sweet, quiet archives of a lifelong friendship blur at the edges? A rattling bathroom door handle sends me down the rabbit hole of how our minds catalog the moments that make us.
A little reminder from my 2019 self that showed up in my memories today. It’s funny how time passes, but the weight and magic of words never change. Still feeling every bit of this today.
You choose the Imprint you leave. Choose carefully... because X marks that spot that says you were there.
