The Wrong Kind of Tired

The body aches less than the silence does

I don’t think this would classify as the kind of article I normally write here, but it’s been on my mind these past few months and until now, I couldn’t quite figure out how to say it.

In a few months, I’ll be 39.

I’ve been thinking about that more than I’d like to admit. Not with dread exactly, but with a kind of heavy pause. I don’t know how I feel abou…