Someone asked me my age recently.
I answered without thinking. Then I thought about it all day.
The IRS gets one number. I'm starting to think the rest of us deserve a better one.
TODAY’S PICKS
THE FEATURE
How Old Are You? Really.
I assumed I knew how old I was. Turns out there are two answers to that question, and one of them is actually in my hands.
THE REFLECTION
You're Not Stuck. You're Self-Protecting.
The things holding me back don't look like fear. They look like reasons. That's what makes them so hard to see.
THE WILDCARD
Everything Has a Story. Even These.
I've grabbed mine every single morning this week without a second thought. Turns out I've been carrying 2,000 years of history in my bag.
She Exists.
Somewhere right now there is a woman who knows exactly where all her sunglasses are. I have many questions for her.
My answer:
Tired. But the good kind — the kind that comes from actually showing up, not from going through the motions. I think that's different.
