I find it surreal and at times, sobering, to scroll through the notes app on my phone.
There are several orders for takeout. The medical clearance letter I wrote on behalf of a friend’s daughter for their vacation. Quotes like We can, we will, we must from the reality TV show about cheerleading that inspires me more than it should. Ideas that might or might not change the culture of my hospital and will take a long time to implement. My side of an argument I’ve never actually had with my husband. The cab driver’s name, along with instructions on how to settle the unpaid fare by phone because his credit card machine was down. Black Friday and Christmas and birthday and mundane Saturday shopping lists.
It is strange and cathartic and glorious, to scroll my own life.
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