It was the week before my wedding, and my logistical and emotional to-do lists weren’t getting any shorter. I was in the thick of managing vendor communications, delivery schedules, ceremony and reception timelines and packing lists when my dad had a sudden health scare that threatened to keep him from attending our wedding at all.
As blasphemous as it may sound, I love getting older. With each passing year, I’ve gained a better sense of who I am and what my place in the world is. Leaving my early twenties, though, has meant leaving behind a sense of endless possibility, as each choice I’ve made has narrowed my set of future options, one by one.