I had thought of writing a long, reflective piece about how age 39 went for me. The sort of piece where I analyzed what went right, what went wrong, and what fell between the cracks. How I learned that being on camera isn’t so scary. How I learned that the banking industry and I were not made for each other. The great writing opportunities that came my way over the past year, the might-have-beens, the perennial battle with freelancerus financius nervosa, etc.
But it’s 20 minutes to midnight. And if you know me, you’ve heard me natter on about those things enough.
|At Manny & Merle, Louisville, KY, July 4, 2015.|