In the early hours of the morning, unable to find sleep, I realise that what I’m trying to be cured of is being me. Maybe my late thirties is the age to admit I’m never going to change my personality, or my body. Because I may not be pregnant, but I don’t hate myself, even with my too-much-yang nature. I like that I have ten things on the go, all at once. I like that I’m always planning for the next thing. I like that I bring a high energy to my life, that I see it as a challenge. I like that my favourite thing to do on the flight home is to look at the airline route map to pick my next
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