Beautiful piece, Esther.

I find myself traveling back in time every day. Something will trigger a memory and there I go. It's hard not to compare the person I was then with who I am now. Hard not to measure progress - have things changed? Am I better, wiser, kinder?

Life changes and at times we can feel detached from it - like it is wholly separate from what we thought it would be.

Families and friends do change - great point. Because they, like us, are going through their own metamorphosis. All of us are. It's a miracle some of us stay together for life. It's fun when it does. 😊👏