Let me do it the Japanese way: I feel like paying a small tribute to my parents right now (if you wonder what Japan has to do with it, sorry, too tired right now to explain).
So here are my parents & my paternal grandmother who delivered me. And boy-girl, I was out fast (always in a hurry): 28 minutes.
Still running. You can run, but you can't hide.
Is it time to stop looking for myself & accelerate towards that one thing?
What I am doing now feels very right, so, maybe 31 is it