Sometimes I think I should write some stuff about my real life…you know, like about my childhood and teen years. The events that shaped me as an adult.
But then I change my mind.
Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun; as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday. ~Eleanor Roosevelt