And now back into this thing that I don't believe in. Should I even bother explaining? Let's just say it's just now gone 7am and I'm on the train underground and headed off for this... new adventure.
I'll explain another time.
55 feels really old this morning, despite the knowledge that just turning 55 and being alive to swear what that does or doesn't mean is a privilege.
I'm in a rare spot. I really am. A place where I keep ending up despite all my best intentions. Rare only because I no longer have the ability to fake it.