I will grow up in about four years.

What will it be like? Will I be a man - strong, serene and tender, like any other guy?

It could be a transition, it could be a revolution. With so many things happening at once, it could even look like continuum.

When I tried to have a meaningful discussion about this with my demons, all four and a half of them seemed reluctant to even show up. When they did, a unified cry of “Wait a minute!” was all the resistance they could muster.

My mind is made up. All things considered the time might be just right when I turn fifty.