Is Middle Age Apologizing For The Terrible Person You Used to Be?

Or is it finally about growing up?

In 2007, when I worked at HarperCollins and I was kind of an asshole.

When I was small, I wanted the world to move. One summer in Sunset Park, I swam from one end of a sixteen-foot pool to the other. For hours, I cleaved through the water until my body burned. Until I had whittled down to brittle bone. Tawny and hungry was a look I was going for. And there would be…