I'm 70 and my daughter asked me last month what I want for my next birthday — and I sat with the question for three days because I genuinely couldn't think of a single thing, and I realized it wasn't that I have everything I need, it's that I stopped letting myself want things so long ago that the wanting muscle has gone quiet, and I had to admit that "nothing" wasn't a humble answer, it was a confession I didn't want to make out loud
Apr 26, 2026
Marlene Martin