We Are All Running Out of Time
I just realized I turn 55 this summer. I sort of forgot how old I am because I feel like I am still 24.
But 55…milestone numbers remind me of my actual age.
When I think of the time I have left, I realize I do not have time to doubt myself. I have too much to do. I have too much to believe in.
It is really simple: I have the choice to believe in myself or not.
I choose to believe.