On Turning 45 | In Search of Balance
Change can be tough, but change is proof of life. For some of these changes, it felt that I was not at the wheel driving them, but locked in the trunk of my own car as it barreled down life’s highway. Still, change happened because life happened. And that’s good.
The stomach tightens and sinks.
The heart and lungs follow.
It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection.
It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse.
A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time.
This time it’ll be different, you say.
Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?