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.

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