I have a birthday coming up this week. I don't place too much emphasis on them. When you hit half a hundred and then some, you've kind of adjusted to the idea. I feel the same way about New Years. Been there, seen that. But birthdays should be acknowledged in a kind of reflective way -- as a chance, if one doesn't do it already, to take stock. See if you're living the why and way you think you should. I think I am.
My daughters are amazing and a huge portion of my life. I listen to them and trust their instincts. They are women of substance and I'm kinda glad to be their dad. With everything else, most of which has happened to me after I turned fifty, I feel okay. I trust my instincts. There's someone out there I'll meet.
That's why I don't believe that people can't change. Yes, the universe assorts randomly. But everything good has really happened for me after I turned fifty. If I didn't believe and keep working, refining, striving, examining, I'd be in the same rut I was at 35. But I didn't give up, I believed. And kept working. Growing. And things changed.
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