FB proves there are parallel universes. Every so often, I see a random post from an acquaintance from prior decades. That post gives me a glimpse of their life. I was on the same trajectory back when I knew that person. It is unnerving to see a flash of the life I was constructing then. But I steered in another direction and created this life. I had that dream of who I would be but am not. I discovered my true self and made peace with how that changed the course of my reality. But, it’s weird, unsettling and fascinating to see the post of a friend of a friend of a friend, who now is the woman pastor I used to be, married to a man I used to think was so attractive (who now is fat and bald!), who is the mother of three children that I didn’t have. Her parallel universe has all of the things I thought I was destined for. I am grateful I accepted the daunting challenges of my life to become my authentic self. I am not that woman, but I am me.