I usually do my best thinking in the shower, I think because it is the one place that forces me to be frank with myself. There I have to confront all sorts of imperfections and problems. A little too much pudge here, toenails that need trimming, ingrown hairs. I notice the small things like how it takes the skin on my hand just an almost imperceptible amount of time longer to spring back into place. I can’t deny that I’m getting older, and that right now, in this moment, I’ll be the youngest I’ll ever be again.