I drive a 2002 Honda Accord, and every time I get in, I always think about how life is so similar yet so different than it was in 2002. In 2002, I was living with my parents. I was driving a 1991 Honda Accord. I had broken up with my first love, and I was getting ready for university, and leaving everything I knew behind. I had the greatest of friends. My vices were boys, alcohol, cigarettes, and cannabis. I was a bit all over the place then, and didn’t really understand my own brain and why it challenged me so much throughout my life.
It’s now 2018, I just broke up with my first husband, I’m getting ready to go into the unknown, as I have left everything I knew behind in Costa Rica. I live with my Mom again. I have better friends in my life than I ever have. My vice is no longer boys or alcohol, but cigarettes (temporarily) and cannabis still are. I am starting to understand my brain, but there’s years of cobwebs to get through.
Sometimes I feel I regressed, but then I remember that we all need to press “restart”, take a few steps back, in order to plunge forward.
