09/02/2026
Some people know the person you were twenty years ago.
Some know the person you became afterward.
Some know the version of you who laughs harder, thinks differently, asks better questions, or says the thing you wouldn’t say anywhere else.
None of them knows all of you.
But none f them knows a false version of you, either.
I’ve been thinking about that.
Maybe different relationships don’t change who we are as much as they make different things in us visible.
We become visible differently through one another.
That’s the recognition at the heart of “The People We Keep Meeting.”
And perhaps there is someone in your life who knows a version of you that no one else does. Who comes to mind?
Read the full essay through the link in my bio.