More than 60 Seconds

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.

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