Quaratining sheds new light into someone's life... particuarly mine.
Was able to stare at myself in the mirror for a long period of time today... and I just noticed how many more strands of gray/silver hair I have all over my head now, not just the sides.
What can possibly be stressing me out so much these days? I know.... every night... at 9PM... I do this thing called Immaculate Grid. A3x3 grid of baseball IQ. I admittedly was never a huge fan of baseball.. but for those 5-15 minutes every night... I am in deep, DEEP, thought. Go through roster after roster. Play after player. Overturning every lost or hidden memory or shadow of a baseball card. All in hopes of chasing that elusive dream of calling myself.... Maculate. That day... has yet to come. But the gray... is here to stay.
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