“Life is not a dress rehearsal.”
I don’t know when I first heard this, but I know I never thought about what it actually meant, until very recently.
When my mother died, I started counting how many years I had before I turned 67 (the age at which she died). I would tell myself, “I only have 20 years, until 67, am I doing what I want to be doing?” Yes, I…
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