centre? what centre?

My phone buzzed non-stop for months. Ping, ping, ping — thousands of messages, some serious, some trivial, some outright ridiculous. Then, suddenly — silence.

I'm not a big picture person. Big pictures actually terrify me because I never see them coming. Once, I pasted a picture in Word, expecting it to be small — it took up half the page. I started sweating, first from stress, then from embarrassment — I was intimidated by something I could cut out of my sight with a click.

My substitute teacher seemed amused that — despite having the marks to secure a seat in medical school — I didn’t want to pursue medicine. Many of my teachers were baffled.

Growing up, I wanted to be an artist, a singer-songwriter, and a dancer who also built machines that broke the laws of physics. I'm finally the same age as the person I once dreamed of becoming. Although we made many of the same choices, we also made small, significant choices that were different; that added up to two different people.