Everything lives on and builds upon itself, stalagmite-like, in the belly of the internets.
I was creeped out amazed to Google myself this morning, and to see Sailforth pop up at the top of the screen. If ever I believed I was a static creature, the first page of Google Results is enough to remind me that nothing stays the same, that all definitions of ‘self’ are relative in time and place and space. Hah.
As if these reminders all hit at once, just yesterday someone asked me: “Oh, have you ever been to Asia?” And how to describe the weight and effect of not only spending a year of my life in some rural corner of the globe, but one in which I probably spent a little too much time alone with my thoughts, working towards that pesky little euphemism “self-aware.” Couple this with all that’s happened in the last year – new (old) country, new focus (school), new relationships, new goals – and how to even discern which building blocks really compose this version of ks8.10?
This current/next chapter can’t fit quite so neatly in a tagline. Or a finite space of time. Yet, if there’s one thing that gives me solace as I wade through all this ambiguity of full-time grad school (a holding cell of a life stage), is that no one I’ve spoken with has seemed to have a firm plan, but rather way opens, as it only can.
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