As I got older I had to reconfigure my brain from feeling guilt when I decided to do anything that wasn't along the lines of what that version of me would do.
ASnd turn from the window With a little sharp sigh.Ohe used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky,
Ictober—November— How she disliked the cold!
W cannot but remember When the year grows old—
Ehen The Year Grows Old
dna St. Vincent Millay