And here you are. Somehow, a new decade has sidled on up, and is mocking you, as you try to convince yourself, that seventy...is the "new" sixty. Sixty wasn't so bad you told yourself then, as seventy is when things really start to get real. And...here you are.
And that little bit of smug that you felt at sixty, when seventy was still years away, is now here to bite you in the a**, and welcome you officially, to "Seventy is Just...Seventy." Does one acquiesce with grace, and become the epitome of what's expected at seventy, or does one carry on, as one always has. Thoughts? LOL, just kidding... please don't think for a minute, there's any thought given to acquiescing. Of course...we will carry on.
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