Upon logging into one of my accounts this morning, I was prompted to set a security question.
What is your favorite sport or activity?
I paused. The word in my head was “hockey”. Of course it was.
Of course it was, except it can’t be anymore. Because part of my ability to be okay with not playing comes from not holding on to the past. I was a hockey player. I’m no longer a hockey player. Hockey was my favorite sport. Hockey is no longer my favorite sport.
And yet, I’m unwilling to nominate a new favorite sport. I’m still processing. I’m not there yet.
I’m trying out new sports, trying out new identities.
I should have answered that question with, “Watching myself try to answer this question.”