All that time . . .
6 years ago, today . . . The notification pops up on my phone from google photos, just like it did last week, and the week before that. 5 years ago, 2 years ago, new memory for you. I ignore it, but not because I don't want to think of the past. The present is simply too beautiful and fast-paced for that to be important right now. I'm busy making memories, and something about that feels like a victory. The fact that I don't feel the need to look back with longing and regret says something. It says something about the choices I've been making, about the things I've seen.