Prompt: Describe a version of yourself that is just starting to take form.
Phew.
Perhaps it isn’t so much about a version of myself that is starting to take form more than it is about me coalescing, finalizing, or securing the seemingly disparate parts of who I am. If anything, the “more complete” version of myself may be starting to take form.
I say this knowing full well that becoming a father has disrupted my sense of self. Who does one become when one is entirely responsible for the existence of someone else? My daughter would not exist if it weren’t for me…and Hannah.
If nothing else, it’s thrown me into this vortex that has me narrowing in on a centre of being. So it seems, anyway. I may be staring at the emptying of a bottle shaken violently.
This writing prompt comes from Letters’ Lounge.
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