That kind of noticing has a history of its own.
I notice it most when I look at things that seemed unrelated at the time.
A ninety-day trip around the national parks in a van I built.
The first idea I ever pulled out of my head and onto a single page of paper.
The conviction, late one December, that a single week without a familiar habit might quietly become a life.
I keep returning to the same thing.
Something quietly true becomes briefly visible.
These aren't accomplishments. They're the same recognition happening in different decades.
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