Begin Again

Nature goes in a spiral.

My sisters and I. I am on the right.

The day I turned thirty-five was not a great day. I did not want to be turning thirty-five, but I also didn’t want to be the type of person who didn’t want to turn thirty-five. Didn’t I think aging was a blessing? Didn’t I think youth culture was a capitalist hoodwink? I did. And yet. Here I was, having a birthday that felt like a door slamming behind me. That I was upset felt like a betrayal of my…