May 4
4 min read
The Dances Of Life I Have Learned To Accept In 38 Years
Not Too Young. Not That Old. And Nowhere To Go.
This is the first year I have thought about my age. I started to think about how I left for the Marines twenty years ago. It’s weird to say I could have retried today. Rather than get all worked up about it, 2021–2022 was a year I reconnected with parts of me that I lost many moons ago. I…
