What if you identified to others with the actual thoughts that make up your daily existence? The honest stuff that is you – regardless of the situation/label/circumstance you are currently participating in? Think it through. What is your stuff to claim?
Last summer, I turned old. I turned 60. We gained a second son-in-law in a year’s time. My job description changed for about the billionth time – without my consent. …
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