I’ve always been loud. Like, fun loud—the life of the party, contagious energy, big-cackling loud. But lately? My loudness has taken a turn. I’ve become middle-aged, narrating-my-own-actions, grunting-when-I-sit-down loud.
I first noticed it at the gym, when my music paused and I suddenly heard myself sighing, breathing way too heavily, and making little…
