Lost

Coming out of dissociation can feel like waking from a lucid dream. One moment you’re on the other side of physical reality, and then you cross the threshold and are part of life again.

I was constantly on the defense, prepared to fight for my young love against those who thought I wasn’t ready for marriage. It pains me to say it, but in a way, they were right after all. There were things I was missing out on by marrying young, things I didn’t even realize I was missing until it was too late.

Last week, my grid was swept away: My iPhone went berserk and crapped out on me entirely. What followed can best be described as a tsunami of anxiety. Sure, a tech detox seems great theoretically, but on my own terms. This was 100% involuntary.

Feel free to steal this world-rocking resolution.

For the sake of all that is sacred, I will henceforth become a dependable person. Or at least I will try.

The surprise lesson from this wild story of panic and heroism at 33,000 feet? Be wary of the metric system.

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