Jun 22, 2020
4 min read
Restarting Is Uncontrollable
In hindsight, everything I tried to control was beyond my control.
The night before my first day of “Teen Camp” the summer between 6th and 7th grade I stayed up late working on a very important project: Making myself look cool. I gathered all of the simple neon rope bracelets I had. I broke out the whiteout pen and drew…
