That restaurant incident with the Eggs Benedict I wrote about the other day?
It happened when I was about to turn 21.
I’m 56 now.
What have I learned since then?
Everything. Everything.
In so many ways, I don’t feel much like the person I was at 4, or 16, or 21. Some people swear that they’ve been the same person all that time, just taller and full of new experiences. Me? I feel like every hard time in my life has been a portal to another universe I’ve inhabited.
This idea fascinates me. Perhaps you too? Read this piece in The New Yorker about whether we are the same person all through our lives or we shift like a Picasso painting melting into a Cassat. It’s well worth your read.
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