How many times have I reinvented myself?
The truth is that I don’t even know.
Thinking back to the kid I was.
Shy. Scared to deal with people.
At one of my first jobs,
I was a phone representative.
I would cry before work.
Scared to answer that phone.
Now I look guys straight in the eye,
and tell them they’re getting a ticket.
I’ve written tickets for thousands.
Numerous times, comfortably.
How do I do that now?
Sometimes I wonder.
But the truth is I know.
It’s been years of practice.
Talking to person after person.
Taking job after job.
Doing what I had to do.
All these things have reinvented me.
And now I write for all of you.
Nearly ten thousand people.
Told about my scars.
My mental illness.
My thoughts and fears.
My love and hopes.
I have been reinvented many times.
And I will be reinvented many more.
Because I’m not even close to done yet.