[Exercise: Tell me about a time something dawned on you, a realization.]
My own mortality. How short our time is here on earth. How I’m already at the mid-point. The realization that the time to act is now even though I don’t know the how, the what, the who, or the where. I have several role models, however—some much younger than myself—who seem to lack fear and don’t freeze in the face of opportunity.
That people (and the world) will never be the way I want them to be. That the ideal I hold in my mind, the longing I project, are reflections of my desire to be myself, fully. To be accepted. To be loved. To belong. That the more I release these projections, the more free I become.
That I’m willing to drink more coffee than I should to hang out in unique coffee shops.