wrote about how i feel like i have the emotional maturity of a child, how i have a deep fear of my loved ones ageing and dying, and that i am waiting for myself to grow up:
I am obsessed with drawing (particularly sketchbooks) in many ways, but I don't enjoy doing it myself. wrote a post examining the strange relationship i have with it:
I just finished "being mortal" by Atul Gawande – had it for a long while but never felt like reading it. recently i finally felt like i was ready to meet this book. i regularly write about meeting people where they are, i realised it is possible to find books that meet us where we are too.
no one likes to talk about growing old, having a terminal illness, end-of-life care, and dying – but denying these conversations will make us unable to cope with these situations when the time comes.
