I’m in the process of rebooting.
Like one of these machines that I support and fix. Replacing broken parts with shiny new ones.Asking myself : Will I ever be the same? Am I resisting the change?
Or does it even matter..as long as I’m still functional?
Have I even “been”…functional?
Have I been able to have a moments peace..I filled with uncertainty?
But I do now.
However brief. Something’s changing in me. Slowly..but surely.
Instead of being repaired..maybe..I’m just becoming.
The me..I was always supposed to be.