Grown Up

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Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty.
― Coco Chanel

 

 

I’m 51 and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

I’m still marvelling at the fact I’m in my 50’s.   How did this even happen?  I’ve never been one to deny or dread my age but I find myself as a new empty nester feeling like I have opportunity staring me in the face and I’m oblivious to it all.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing with said opportunity.  Travel?  Maybe.  I do admire the travel blogs where people chuck all their possessions and travel. If I’m being honest though, the thought of going through everything I own seems like a very stressful endeavour so my laziness would probably prevail.

I updated my bucket list, so maybe that’s a good place to start.

60 Before 60

 

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.
― Gabriel García Márquez

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