broken machines, 1.26.25

today marks 5 years since kobe passed away. i saw a tweet where someone said they’ve lived 5 lives since 2019 and i couldn’t agree more. 2020, in many ways, still feels like last year. i remember 2020 vividly, but everything since then has kind of been a blur. hard to tell where the time goes these days. i went to the gym for the first time in two weeks today due to my thumb injury. i tried to lift a bit and i felt my thumb bout to fall off, so i decided to hop on the treadmill. as soon as i got on one of the only ones i could find, it didn’t work. i got off, then went to the one next to it as a girl hopped on the one i just got off of. to my surprise, it didn’t work and i told her the one she was one didn’t work. we laughed and talked about how none of the machines never work and it’s always busy. i went to the stairmaster and it was broke, so i settled for 20 minutes on the elliptical before getting some chinese for the conference championships.

who knows where i’ll be 5 years from now, but i hope i’m still here and thriving with the people i love.

-ratha, 7:34pm, 1.26.25