A letter to my 30-year-old self on my 40th birthday
Today you turn 40. When we were little, I thought 40 was old. Maybe it is. But my actual experience of it is far different than I’d imagined.
It feels like we’re just getting started, somehow.
Sure, our body has a few wrinkles and sore muscles. The food I eat actually affects how I feel. But I’m still here. And after this year, that’s a big deal.
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The Tale of Two Photographs and Shaky Steps Forward
“Where’s that picture of Jeremy and I in the chair at the Soldotna house?”
No one could find it. I needed that photo.
My brother and I were six years apart. We weren’t close enough in age to be everyday playmates. But we had something no one else had. We bookended the family. The oldest and the youngest of four kids.
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