You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
How My Autobiography Will Start
If I ever sit down to write my autobiography, I know exactly how it will begin. It won’t start with the day I was born or some long-winded explanation of my lineage. No, it’ll begin with a moment—one that defined me, shaped me, and pushed me into the person I am today.
It’ll start with my dad.
Not in the traditional sense, where I recount how he raised me, but in the moment I truly understood what he meant to my life. My dad recently passed at 80 years old, and in that loss, something inside me shifted. I had to grow up—not in the usual way, but in a deep, self-reliant way. The kind that makes you reevaluate everything. He was just starting his doctorate career at my current age, 37, and here I am, standing at a crossroads of my own.
Maybe the next few pages will rewind to my childhood—the toffees from my grandma’s suitcase, the basketball games that made me sleep better, the CD player he gifted my little brother which my brother then gifted me in the 2000s with 8701 and Destiny’s Child spinning on repeat. Or maybe I’ll just keep moving forward, showing how those memories built the man I am today.
Either way, my autobiography will start with a truth: losing my dad didn’t just take him away—it gave me a clearer sense of who I need to be.
Until next time…
Redominatelife 
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