Time is very peculiar. But what is much more “disturbing” (lacking a better word right now) is the passing of it. No matter how fast it passes, no matter how inconsequential it may seem, truth is, it’s really neither quick or irrelevant. I’m proof.

Yesterday I received a package sent to me by my case manager (when I required such a service, of course). In it was the file she kept concerning me. Reports, progress, goals, etc. What a trip it was for me to be reading through it all these years later. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t remember that time in  my life, but I had forgotten how difficult a lot of what I did, or tried to do, was on me.

Honestly it was a brush with surreality. It gives my journey a context I didn’t have previous to last night. And it’s kind of nice…