I’m in my late forties, and my past started coming back in full color, smell and all. Took me a while to figure out why. Turns out the reason I’ve felt like a failure was never really mine to begin with.
When I’m wrong on Facebook, the damage stops at me. A pulpit is different, and a pulpit with a media arm attached is different again, because the people in those seats aren’t scrolling past. They’re being formed.
Six years ago my life crashed. I am still tired. But the life I am still trying to afford is not the one I lost, and that difference is the whole point.
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