High School, Going and Gone

And just like that, it’s been ten years today since my high school graduation.

It’s been ten years since I counted out twenty bites of graduation cake and then spent the next few days nonstop on the treadmill, trying to summarize my worth in a machine’s calorie count.

Google Photos, in my timeline for today, shows a picture of me eating said cake. And seemingly, enjoying it. My family is around me, and to this day, they support me.

If today is a day to reflect on how far I’ve come, here’s the proof. I’ve reflected.

And I like what I see. I’m not running; I’ve arrived.

I was going, and now I’m gone.