So this week I read a (literal) sob-story on Huffington Post by a brave woman named Robin Korth who, at 59 years old, has just discovered that she’s not a 22 year old hot piece of ass.
We are no younger than we were yesterday.
As a teenager, I had a clear image of being a mom by 27.
By your fifties you still don’t grow into a person that can figure out how to fall in love with a person instead of a fantasy.
I know what I want and try not to waste time.
Sometimes it’s just your turn to be that guy. Laugh it off!
Regardless of your attitude towards aging, it’s something we all experience every second of every day.
“I simply didn’t die earlier. I have no idea how this happened,” he said.
It’s a really great time to be a woman.
Being realistically aware that there is only a finite amount that I’m capable of ever learning doesn’t mean that I don’t have a long list of things I hope to learn — there are so many, and these are just a few.