me in 1972
I had aspirations to become a sumo wrestler.
Spent the last couple of hours scanning pics from my childhood and also some photos of my parents when they were younger. It’s a funny process, visually cataloguing your life, putting the chaotic bits into a semblance of order. Some images jogging stronger memories than others (while other images have created lives of their own, even if I don’t remember exactly what was going on when they were taken. You’d think that I could put off doing something messy and complicated like this until a day when I actually have the time to do this, right?
I think these images I have been looking at would have provoked a different response a little while ago - as close as a few months ago. Today, they are from a time in its own compartment. If anything, they remind me that I have been pretty darn lucky in my life… but I don’t long to return there. Today, I’m realizing that I’m pretty happy to be where I am, who I am, at age 37.





