Time has a way of preserving evidence.
Lately, I've been running into pieces of myself everywhere.
An old project.
An old idea.
A conversation from years ago.
A skill that spent a decade waiting for its turn.
Things I worked on long ago have been resurfacing. Some have been repurposed. Some have been expanded. Some have returned as reminders of how long this journey has actually been.
It's strange to stand in today's moment & see fingerprints from years ago all over it.
A lot of what surrounds us today began long before today.
A business starts as a note in a phone.
A song begins as a melody hummed under your breath.
A belief forms quietly & shapes years of decisions.
The timeline only becomes visible when enough distance has passed.
I've spent years creating.
Writing things.
Building things.
Starting things.
Putting ideas into motion.
Now I'm encountering some of those things again.
They're older.
I'm older.
The meeting feels familiar.
Time builds a different relationship with your work.
You stop expecting every seed to bloom in the season it was planted.
You learn to appreciate the long route.
You recognize that some ideas need years.
Some dreams need years.
Some people need years.
I’m still young.
At the same time, there's a veteran quality to the way I move creatively.
I've watched enough cycles to understand that no effort is wasted.
The lessons stay.
The skills stay.
The curiosity stays.
The work continues traveling long after it's left your hands.
Looking back, I can see a trail.
The woman I was ten years ago left clues everywhere.
In notebooks.
In photographs.
In unfinished projects.
In goals that seemed too distant to touch.
She kept creating anyway.
Today, I get to witness what became of it.
& tomorrow will become evidence too.
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