Yesterday, I got lunch at Taiwan Chop House in NYC’s Chinatown after a hot walk along Brooklyn Bridge. After we sat down and our food started filtering in, I felt like I was transported back to the version of myself from the summer of 2019 when I was
Ooh that pork chop place looks good 🔥 I've never thought about the idea of "fake nostalgia" though I can definitely relate to sugarcoating memories of how I spent my summers during college 😆 I remember all the good and none of the bad 😂
Anyway this is awesome!
> I’ve become more grounded and certain in my null self (our authentic, at-rest self) and even better, it’s developed into a version more like the sort of person I’ve always admired: unabashedly authentic, ruthlessly curious, optimistically compassionate, and endlessly adaptable.