This isn't earth-shatteringly important. Just kind of sweet.
I had become resigned to living the rest of my life as if it belonged to someone I emailed with a few times but never actually met, but then came an unexpected 12-month span that turned everything around. My son had graduated from college and my daughter had just started, so they had clearly moved on with their lives. I discovered home movies of my biological dad, who had died before I was born so Iâd never seen anything but some photos of him. I turned 60. And there was a pandemic, which brought with it endless hours of isolation and contemplation.
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Once youâre past 60, your internal âfuck counterâ hits zero, so I have none left to give. I donât have time to waste worrying about what others think of me. I only have time to let others see that itâs never too late to be who youâve always wanted to be.
Itâs taken so long for me to find my path, but now that I have, walking along it appears to suit me. Recently, I had drinks with some friends I hadnât seen for a while. After a couple of minutes, one of them stared at me, waving her hands in my direction, and said, âThis just feels right.â That was a phrase I honestly never thought Iâd hear.