Well, maybe not that often. And maybe it actually wasn't your beautiful house, and you had good reason to wonder how you had come to be there. Don't feel bad, it happens to all of us sometime.
But sometimes you do have that moment. You look at where you are now, and you look at where you were then, and maybe you can see the similarities, maybe you can't. Maybe there's a clear path, maybe there isn't. Certainly, though, there was some path because you traveled it.
But as important as the present is, the past is at least as significant. Who you were eventually became who you are; while it can't be denied that the you of today is entirely you, part of that current-you is still the person you were. The things you did and the choices you made helped define you, and these things are both past and present. You're not who you used to be, but you're not someone different, either. You're you. You were you before, you're you now, and you'll still be you tomorrow.
Now that we're all very existential with ourselves, we'll get around to a writing prompt. Tell us about you. Write an old photograph in text form, where we can say, "Oh! Gosh, it hardly looks like the person I know, and yet still so recognizable!"
Tell us about the you that was and, in many ways, still is. Use as many words as you want, but no more than you really need. The link up will open Sunday, and I do look forward to reading what everyone shares.
