Colleen’s Reviews > The Weight of It All > Status Update

I wasn’t perfect. In fact, I was far from it. But I was taking control of my body, of my mental headspace, and of my life.

I stopped stretching my shoulder and shook out my arm. “I think I might’ve overdone it today. Just imagine how buff I’ll be if this anger phase lasts for a while.”

“What kind of surname is Henske?”
I was confused. “The six-letter kind?”
She rolled her eyes. “Is it German?”
“How the hell would I know?”
“Does he have an accent?”
“No.”

There’s no Logan’s Run age qualifier that deems you’re past your use-by date. There’s no ceremony with gowns and funny hats to say you’ve graduated from ticking one age-group box on a survey to ticking the next age-group box.
You just turn around, and wham-bam-thank-you-very-fucking-much, you’re old.