In a junk drawer, I found my old diving watch from my service days. Odd how an inanimate object can make me feel so nostalgic.
Damned thing’s broken, useless, has been for years. But I jus’ can’t seem to throw it out.
Reminds me of my younger, bolder days. Reminds me of the person I was and the person I want to be.
It reminds me that I’m out of my depth.