Who was I going to be, before I became me? I remember sitting with my friend Sarah in a Mexican restaurant in Bar Harbor, a poster of Santa Fe above our heads. I was 24 and had rarely left the East Coast. She said she saw me there one day, she didn't know why. I said I thought so too. We sat quietly with our margaritas, not knowing, but knowing.
Sometimes you find yourself in a moment or a place where you're able to see exactly why you've made every decision you ever have. It's a lucky place to be and quells the "What ifs" and "Why did I's?" A map of "Oh, that's why" and, "YES...of course!"
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