The Marking of Time

Fourteen years ago today, I was in Maui, about to get Maui-ed. I know, I’m hilariously punny. I had on the white dress, my short blonde hair was tousling in the wind, and everyone was waiting for me to walk down the aisle. I call this version of myself Robyn 1.0. She was cool, and I love her, and also she had no clue who she was or what the hell she was doing.