And at Marker 5130, I am finally, tentatively, beginning to believe that this is more than enough.
We spend the first half of our lives collecting. Careers, partners, homes, resentments, accolades, and traumas. We pack them into a suitcase we call "identity." And then, somewhere around the middle (if we are lucky enough to get a middle), the suitcase breaks. Mature NL - 5130
The Unfinished Business of Being Human (Musing #5130) And at Marker 5130, I am finally, tentatively,
There is no finish line.
The most mature thing I did this week wasn't handling a crisis. It was turning off the podcast in the car. It was sitting at a red light without checking my phone. It was watching the rain move down the window glass for forty-five seconds, thinking about nothing at all. We pack them into a suitcase we call "identity