After forty years of life

I have learned that it’s actually worth buttoning that inside button on the waistband of your trousers.

I have learned that life is way too short to wear cheap shoes.

I am finally learning to allow myself to be hungry. That emptiness can be a good thing.

I am resigning to the fact that I need more sleep than I am getting.

I submit to the tedium of routine exercise — let go of the pipe dream that I will ever get adequate exercise by playing sports alone

I am finally learning to smile at the parts of me I used to fight.

Including that voice inside my head that won’t let me experience silence.

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