Have you ever forgotten who you were?
Not like you forgot your name or where you lived, but you forgot your core identity.
Hey, life comes at you fast and sometimes you blink and it’s many years later and you no longer remember who you used to be. You olds, parents, and old parents likely get what I’m saying. Convicts too. I bet you forget your core self after stint in a super-max lockup. I digress.
My social media memories remind of who I used to be. Dusting off this blog is another reminder. My old core identity was to piss excellence while traveling the globe to see the sexiest of beasts. It’s been years since I’ve been on an adventure. Heck, I barely even go on vacation now let alone an adventure.
It’s been so long since I haven’t been myself that the old me feels unfamiliar at this point. Was I ever that person? Do I even want to be that person again?
I’m not sure if I want to be that person again. Maybe this old meh plop version of me that I’m manifesting now is my new core identity. Maybe pissing-excellence is a young person’s game and I’m just not up for it anymore. Gimme some evening TV, some time with the dog on the couch, and put me to bed early. That is who I am now…right?
For the first time in many, many years, I am going on an adventure (thank you, wifey). I’m dusting off the long forlorn passport. I’m trying to remember the best-practices of international travel. I’m scanning my memory for signs of who I used to be…or who I truly am.
I have no idea how this adventure will go for me from an emotional perspective. Maybe it’s a sweet goodbye to the old me. And maybe…just maybe…It’s time to be myself again.
