Spending some time on time
On my 31st birthday, the calendar says I've aged one year. But having a toddler and covering a whirlwind of a presidential campaign makes it feel closer to 10.
Aging asynchronously is a jarring experience.
This week I celebrated my birthday, which allegedly also happened a year ago.
Thirty to 31 does not bring much overall change, beyond occasionally finding more whitish-silver hairs, excitement over a new water flosser I bought myself and sometimes having a stiff back because I slept too well the night befor…
