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Category Archives: Turning 50
You’re Not the Boss of Me
Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not fond of taking orders. In fact, in many cases, I will do the opposite of what I have been “ordered” to do just to prove that I cannot be bossed … Continue reading
Posted in Aging, Beauty, Humor, Turning 50, Uncategorized
Tagged age-appropriate, aging, clothing, fashion, humor, stubbornness, taking orders
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A few things I’ve learned over the (many) years
Turning 50 a few months ago was a rather depressing experience. To me, knowing that my life was most probably way beyond half over was not an occasion to celebrate but rather an opportunity to wallow in a pool of self-pity. I … Continue reading