I refuse to turn on Netflix.
Because the only story I want playing in front of my eyes is my own.
It’s been a minute since my story was better than the ones distracting me.
It’s been a minute since the duplicitous narratives of my life were more provocative than that on the screen.
It’s been a minute since I’ve been this interested in me.
It’s been a minute since I felt challenged and comforted at the the same time.
And it’s been a minute since I had a secret worth keeping, not because of shame but because I saw the value standing in front me, and wanted nothing more than to fiercely protect it.
It’s been a minute since I was here…in fact, it might be the first time.