I met my younger self for coffee this morning. She was already there when I arrived, sitting at a quiet corner table, stirring her drink absentmindedly. The café was softly lit, the kind of place where conversations felt like secrets, and I could tell she had picked it for that reason. Introverts always know where to find the cozy spots.
She looked up as I sat down, studying me with that familiar thoughtful gaze. She tilted her head, “You look… tired.” she said, cautious but curious.
I laughed. “Yeah, well, life has been a lot. But it’s been interesting.”
She leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Do I—do we—ever figure things out?”
I thought about the stories I’d wrote, the way I pour humor and fate into them, the way I weave lighthearted moments into something deeper. I thought about Starbound, Anyone, and the Hogwarts rom-com, about the way I chase ideas like shooting stars, never quite sure where they’ll land but always following them anyway. I thought about Australia, about that quiet pull I still can’t explain.
“We don’t figure out everything,” I admitted. “But we find what makes us happy. Writing, for one. Creating things that feel like home. And we learn to be kinder to ourselves.”
She nodded slowly, as if filing my words away. “Do we ever stop overthinking?”
I smirked. “Not a chance.”
She sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in her expression. “Figures.”
We sat there for a while, sipping our drinks, wrapped in the kind of comfortable silence only we could share. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t walking this path alone.
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