Too much of my time is spent remembering.
What it was like. Where it happened. Who was there.
No day passes when I’m not down the rabbit hole.
My life could be Midnight in Paris. It is Midnight in Paris.
The past is a teacher. My mentor. It guides me.
It also gets in the way. And attaches to my daily routine.
I’d like to burn it all and live going forward.
That’s just my inner drama queen surfacing.
My fantasy? A long play date with myself.
To meet me again for the first time without the baggage.