Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?
Now that I’m almost forty, I look back at some of the decisions I made when I was younger – decisions that I thought of as courageous, or generous, or otherwise befitting a writer; befitting someone who had taken it as their life’s goal to understand the human condition – and I wish I could go back in time and be like, “Hey, you don’t actually have to do that – you’re allowed to look out for yourself a little bit.”
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?


