I’m 38 and I realized last spring that the question I’m carrying into my forties isn’t “what do I want to do next” — it’s “what have I been doing for someone else all this time,” and the difference between those two questions is the difference between five more years of the same life and a different life entirely, and I’m not yet sure which one I have the energy for

Last spring, on a Sunday afternoon in Bangkok, I sat down at my kitchen counter with a coffee and tried to write a list of things I wanted to do in my forties. The list was supposed to be aspirational. The list was supposed to clarify, for me, ...Read More





