Thoughts of old

Thoughts of old workkidssleep

While I sit here tonight glass in hand in Tasmania, in a beautiful hotel overlooking the amazing city of Hobart, one of the world’s most southern cities on what is the last few hours of my thirties, I’m thinking thoughts of old. The age thing doesn’t bother me.  I do wonder where the years have […]

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From 40 with Love, and thanks

from 40 with love workkidssleep

When I was a teenager, I thought 40 was old, like really old!  It’s apparently the big one, but is it really?  I mean, what makes it big?  Is it because we’re maybe half-way through the game?  Because we’re supposed to be mature at this point with semi-grown up kids?  Is it now that life […]

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