Retrospect is a beautiful thing. Do you ever find yourself gazing back into the foggy mist of the last 450 or so days of your life? It's comforting to me that each of those days seems to start the same way - with a cup of coffee - and then whips itself into a small piece of an ongoing journey. Whether acing an exam, reading a life-changing email, or discovering you wore your shirt inside-out all day and then committing to be more prudent, everything plays out one day at a time.
Let's just air my laundry now: I'm an overthinker. That fact makes retrospectating (sounds like a potential verb and makes the activity seem more sportive, so we'll take it!) all the more fun because I can take all of my seemingly divergent experiences and fit them into a pretty straightforward process like ducks in a row, waddling adorably to an end goal.
Let's just air my laundry now: I'm an overthinker. That fact makes retrospectating (sounds like a potential verb and makes the activity seem more sportive, so we'll take it!) all the more fun because I can take all of my seemingly divergent experiences and fit them into a pretty straightforward process like ducks in a row, waddling adorably to an end goal.
