If your entire life was recorded on film, could you pinpoint the exact moment that you became old?
I’m not old. I wouldn’t call myself old or ancient or even aged. But I am different, comparing now and then, whenever then is. Whenever now starts.
Extremely different from 10 years ago when I was still partying and involved in too many chaotic moments. Fun, but chaotic. Eight years ago when I was first diagnosed with depression. Seven years ago when I stopped the meds. Hell, 18 months ago I finally started talking with a therapist.
Late night. Quiet. Alone. My younger self would call me an idiot. I would probably say the same thing back.
It doesn’t matter who calls me an idiot tonight. I have tea.