Why you are never old enough to be too old

I am so old.
I’ve been working at the same job for eighteen years. What else can I do?
I am definitely too old.

This was my constant inner monologue.

When I was twenty-two.

I was an actor, living in the epicenter of our youth-obsessed culture: Los Angeles. Other people might have defined me as “successful” but success was a mirage that inevitably dissolved every time it seemed like I could grasp it. I signed autographs while out at restaurants or late for my root canal. But I got to a point w...