I embrace who I am. it is a joyous and rare opportunity to be alive right now.

Look at a photograph of a living room from 1974 — the wallpaper, the ashtray, somebody's terrible jumper. It reads instantly as a period. Nobody standing in it felt like a period. They felt like people having a Thursday.

You are inside one of those photographs. This exact arrangement of streets, prices, slang, and the people currently in your life at the ages they currently are, is a configuration that happens once and does not reassemble.

Embracing who you are is partly that: not a verdict on your character, but attention paid to a version of the world you are the only one standing in.