I wear my years like a perfect dress or reliable old pair of jeans. I wear them comfortably, knowing they are part of who I am.
These things I accumulate in my closet are the best and worst sides of me. I wouldn't place them on consignment or give them away. They are my private collection, my story, my ambitions and accomplishments, a "someday” recollection of the days when I grabbed life by the coattails.