I’m consistently open to the possibility that today could be the day that I meet a new person who will change my life forever

I don’t have any issues with my age. This shouldn’t seem like an extraordinary statement but sometimes it feels as if getting older, particularly for women, is a fate worse than death and must be warded off at all costs whether that’s through the ritualistic sacrifice of young virgins or a self-portrait putrefying in the attic. You do you, babe.

I’ve always seen each year as a privilege not everyone is afforded. When I was 14, my uncle died.

He was 30 so I, naturally, thought he was decrepit and was baffled by everyone crying about how young he was.