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You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

If I were to write my autobiography — which, for the record, would be extremely well-edited and slightly suspicious of the truth — I think it would have to begin like this:

“I didn’t mean for things to turn out this way.”

Not in a tragic sense. Nothing so theatrical. More in the way that life tends to wander off-script while you’re busy making sensible plans.

No one grows up thinking, One day I’ll be exactly here — drinking coffee slightly too late in the afternoon, writing things on the internet, and wondering how my younger self managed to be both so confident and so completely wrong.

But that’s the interesting part, isn’t it?

Autobiographies always pretend that the story was leading somewhere all along. As if the person writing it had a master plan, a carefully plotted route, a sense of destiny.

In reality, most of us are just following the next interesting turn.

A conversation that changes something.

A place that suddenly feels like home.

A decision that seemed small at the time but quietly rearranged the rest of the map.

If I ever do write the full story, I suspect the first sentence would admit the truth straight away:

I wasn’t trying to become the person I am now.

I was simply curious enough to keep going.

And curiosity, as it turns out, is a very effective compass.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋