" The fact is, I’m a middle-aged woman who should have middle-aged concerns, but I don’t. Fear feels quaint somehow. I just don’t have any these days. Now when I swim, I feel powerful and sleek and swift. I delight in my mass, in all that water I displace. I am this joyous creature plunging into my element: water. What difference does it make how old I am or what jeans I can fit into or how fast my roots come in? My aging body, my dull job. I mean, really, who cares? I’m "

― Erica Ferencik , The River at Night