Tag: CNF
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the gone grit
I was out with friends last night as I found myself yet again explaining my inactivity, almost-indolent kind of performance at work. I am fairly sure the stories I tell myself (and of others) are not mere excuses, instead are reevaluation and view on hindsight of the past years of my life. Narrating with my…
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the turbulent thirties
Who ever decided that a woman’s life has expiration? I’m turning 33 in a few weeks time. It’s always been a gift and a privilege for me to celebrate my birthday. When younger peeps ask me how it feels, I basically have the same, almost templated, response: my 30s, by far, are the best years,…