I’ve realised that I can’t really imagine what the next ten years will look like. When I was heading towards my 30th, I used to have conversations with Jelai about the next big step, like we always do. We talked about the challenges we were facing and the quiet pressure to keep moving forward.
A few days before my 40th this April, I made a deliberate pause. I spent weeks looking back at the last decade. The last time I remember stopping to take stock that way was during those conversations with my closest friend. I found myself asking questions. What actually happened in between? Can I remember everything clearly, or only the highlights? Will I start forgetting more things as I age? And if I’m honest with myself, am I at peace with how I spent those ten years?
Ten years can really slip by without us noticing.
Curiosity Beyond 