Valentine’s…
Another memo about my failure as an adult. At the warehouse I’m working lots of the package and merch are hearts, plushies, and similar heart shaped stuff, plus some Xmas decorations for some fucking reason…
Is there any way to escape it? I guess not. I probably wouldn’t think too much about it if I was younger but since last week was my bday ready to remind me that I’m getting old… This back to back just crushes me.
Depends on how “old” you think is old. I turned 55, and I use to think 35 was “getting old.”
But that’s not old. But you are NEVER to old to change your life. I didn’t get my first degree until last year at age 54.
I was able to retire last month. So even tho 55 sounds old, in retirementland, it’s young.
Write your own story, be the hero of your story, regardless of age. Fuck ageism.
Unless it’s politics. Fucking politicians need to stop being politicians at age 60!