I feel wonderful today. Fifteen years ago, I wouldn’t have imagined myself saying this on the day I turn 40. Growing old was just one of the many fears I struggled with, and my age-obsessed self then could not see any reason to go on existing beyond the age of 29. I remember cringing at every birthday, feeling myself sapped of life, as if another building block to the structure that held me together was being pulled out. Now I know that it was an illusion maintained by a practice of constantly looking out for bad things.
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