The older I get, the more it feels like I die a little death every day, and a new version of me is reborn. Every day I seem to learn something new about myself, someone I love, or the world.

Sometimes I even learn a new way to live in the world without collapsing (from joy, love, grief, or fear, depending on the day). Those days are wonderful.

I assumed that constant, dramatic change was for children, teenagers, and young adults – not middle-aged people. But I’m not who I was last week, or even yesterday.

I love it. It can be exhausting, but I’d rather be exhausted than stagnant.