It’s an odd liminal space I find myself in - at once having kept my vow to never grow up while faced with the reality of an aging body, the reality that I’ve reached my halfway mark, assuming I want to live that long. And I’m not sure that I do. That’s assuming, too, that my body even will. It feels bigger than just a mid life crisis, if that’s what this is. Jesus christ, I hate writing that, as one would expect a Peter Pan would.
love this and want to read more!
ah, thank you kindly, emily. twill have an installment of my gen x transition next week.
your support means the world!! <3
courage, pan! pretty sure i've just gotten through my third mid-life crisis ;) as long as i'm still having them, it means i'm not done, right?