I can barely remember three years ago.
I had two jobs and a master's degree that I was using but not using enough. I had an apartment. I had a wound from finding out that my dad was cheating on my mom that hadn't quite healed. I wore my hair curly. I wasn't yet an auntie. I didn't own a smartphone. I was 28 years, 6 months and 6 days old.
But I remember April 8.
It rained in the morning. I had a job interview. It cleared up in the evening. I had dinner with Lucy and Chet and Chet's best buddy.
The Coach came over that night. Three years ago. Three years ago today.
I was 28 years, 6 months and 6 days old.
I don't regret it. I don't regret April 8 of three years ago. I don't regret today. I don't regret the days in between.
This could all turn out to be an enormous mistake.
But it is one of the things -- and he is one of the people -- that got me here.
To 31 years, 6 months and 6 days.