It began with a seemingly inconsequential writing exercise: an invitation to remember my future.
I was intrigued—and almost unable to comprehend it. How could I remember something that hadn't happened? Still, I was curious enough to try. And if I was going to do it, why not give myself permission to be outrageous?
I entered a point one year into my future and began writing from within that life. I wasn't figuring out what might happen. I was recounting it as someone who had already lived it.
Perhaps fifteen minutes passed. Yet I felt as though I had encountered an entire year. When I returned to the present, the familiarity of that imagined life stayed with me for days.
That experience changed my understanding of what it could mean to participate in creating my life. And it left me with a question I couldn't shake: what else could I remember?
That question became this journal.
Adapted from the author's first-person introduction; the experience described is personal, not a promised reader outcome.
