anyway, had a weird moment getting ready for work this morning. just pulling my hair back, something i’ve done ten thousand times, and i looked in the bathroom mirror and had this split second of not recognizing the person looking back. it wasn’t a good or bad feeling, just… unfamiliar.
like my brain is running on an old map of what i’m supposed to look like and the reflection is from a new territory. i’m forty, i know my body has changed over the years, that’s just physics. but this was different. a genuine disconnect.
i know what size scrubs i wear, i know what the scale says. the