We’re only young once, they say. Youth is passing and I behave like an old woman–huffing and puffing after walking a short distance, wearing tons of layers because I’m always cold, wanting to stay home rather than go out, hot tea instead of iced water. Once upon a time, I was young and (relatively) healthy. Now, well, my life is quite the opposite. Thirty-three. May this year be a year of healing and living.