I used to imagine I carried, deep inside, a better version of me. This “real” Anna would be able to do everything I couldn’t. She would fearlessly travel to far-flung countries and get deliberately lost in strange places. She would sky-dive and swim with sharks. She would boldly meet new people and know how to have a conversation with them.
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If I could just find and release her, my life would change. I would be cured.
“Eventually, I could no longer imagine a real Anna. There was nowhere left for her to be.”
Well: I don’t know that supposed “real Anna” since I’ve not met you and we’re unlikely to meet. But I do know “online Anna” and “what Anna writes” and I can assure you that those Annas are quite wonderful.
One or ‘tother of those can write:
“In making us hunt for these magical inner selves, you’re missing the one who’s already here. The valuable, whole, complete, vital person. There’s no one else waiting to emerge, and it’s time for the world to stop asking them to.”
…which is both delightful and thoughtful.
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anna spargo-ryan
Mike Funnell