You've made it! You read my email, you divulged your contact info, and now you're here: inside the confession booth. And you're not a moment too soon, because it's time for the inaugural question.
The theme this round is aging: growing up, earning your stripes, circling the sun.
What I want to know is this: What's been the hardest thing about getting older? The most surprising? Has it been scary? topsy-turvy? a breeze? What have you learned about yourself, and what did you not want to know? And did you accept it all regally, or did you act a fool?
You can tell me a story. You can write me an essay. You can drop me one single line, and I will marvel at your minimalism. You can even call me on my very elite Google Voice number ((929) 399-8438) and leave me a message. You don't have to be a writer, you just have to have something to say--funny, sad, really sad, weird, whatever.
So write me. Call me. Send me word via raven, just don't give the message to someone named Littlefinger.
You have one week. Holler at me.
P.S. In two weeks, I will curate a small collection of your answers and send out my next Tiny Letter, which will feature a short essay of my own, plus the next question for the Confession Booth.
P.P.S. If you don't want me to share your words, just tell me, or write in as the most popular author ever: anonymous.