Sometimes I just feel exhausted. There are all the things I do, all the things I want to do, all the people I’d like to meet, all the people I need to call. The daily chores, the monthly plans, the yearly resolutions, the life goals.
I see people who do so much, they do, do, do, they achieve, achieve, achieve.
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This is a very pastel story with, as a background, the blue skies of Venice Beach and the waves of Malibu, crashing gracefully in the distance. This is a story with washed jeans, faded turquoise cotton tee-shirts and rose-coloured sunsets. This is a juicy fruit with a bitter core.
This is the story of my friend and of a man, who, thankfully, got away.
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It happened to me exactly 20 days ago. I turned 48. Trust me, I can’t believe it either. Here are some facts about it. Should you ever turn 48? I’ll let you be the judge.
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