Am I capable? Is it worth it? The insecurities linger. Am I too old? I’m 34, and I’ve missed so much, is it too late to try to be better? Did I miss my window? Is this it? Is this broken version me, the best of me? Does a better future await me if I just try?
You are 34. 34! You are 34. You are at the bottom of the barrel. Your mind wanders, you wonder, how come?