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The Liminal Compass
I turned 40, officially. I look back and I see a life well lived. I look at pictures and I see a happy face, contentment. The difficulties aren’t there. The camera, the moments we choose to document, seemingly curated as if we don’t want to remember the hard-won lessons that got us to where we…