The end. It’s all different after 40…hell…each year after that is drastically different than the year before. Sitting here in my big, empty (with exception of three dogs) house at the age of 44, reflecting back to my hopes/dreams/big ideas from my 20’s and 30’s - I struggle with acceptance of how different it is [...]
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My Sarcastic Life 