I am closing in on 30 and I am a little scared.
Outside you wouldn’t be able to tell. I keep the insecurity inside for the most part.
Or maybe it’s because it just started to boil in me and it hasn’t overflown. Yet.
Here are some things I am getting some fear and anxiety over as I am . . . → Read More: Does aging scare you?
7 years old.
That’s how old I was when I realized what dying meant. Nothing special was going on, no tragic event or anything of that sort.
I remember this moment so clearly, I’m worried I can’t find words sharp enough to define it.
I was outside in a late sunny afternoon, walking on a rural road by my house in France. . . . → Read More: Twenty nine years old