I grew up watching Dr. Who, mesmerized by the adventure of traveling back in time, where any decision made affected the future. I realized today that I am a time traveler as well. My brain is the time machine.

I am constantly revisiting the past, taking trips down memory lane. Thinking about decisions I have made, remembering relationships, rehashing conversations, missing friends and family who have passed away, stopping at places I have been to again and again.

There are those who say we should live in the present. But the present is simply the space between the past and the future. Coming to terms with yesterday affects today and tomorrow.

And life is a circle. I return again and again to that which requires resolution. Remembering is part of that circle. The past does not change but my acceptance of it does. And something shifts in me. Which affects how I see today and the choices I make tomorrow. So in essence I am a Time Lord. These trips are essential elements of my becoming.

Wait.
I feel a memory coming to me.
I think it’s time to step into the phone booth.