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Because you’re already here. What else is there to do….
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My twenties were awesome.
My thirties rocked.
My forties were blissfully happy.
Things started to go downhill physically in my fifties when I went from a perfectly healthy woman who had never been in the hospital (and still had all her original parts, including tonsils, appendix and wisdom teeth) to a menopausal shell of my former self, drenched in hot flash sweat with achy joints, a bum knee, 35 extra pounds and bunions.
So yeah.
Any age before 50 is alright with me.
How about you?
What age do you want to stay…
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