my lack of confidence that i once thought i hid so well is not quite as hidden as it used to be. it might just be me, but i think people are beginning to notice. or maybe it’s just being so vulnerable at a new job that is so alien to me. it’s hard to feel authentic in a place where i am not sure my authenticity would be welcome. it feels like an act of courage–an inner strength–to be authentic. but you know, sometimes i get so lost i couldn’t even tell you what “authentic” even means. my moments of authenticity are always startling to me.


About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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