TIME TO REINVENT MYSELF
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015
9 comments:
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Anonymous said...
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Your Don Draper moment.
Casca -
5/20/15, 2:07 PM
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Anonymous said...
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Maybe this will help
"Nothing is yet in its true form" C.S. Lewis
or this
"I'm a multidimensional person and that's the freedom of fashion: that you're able to reinvent yourself through how you dress and how you cut your hair or whatever." Emma Watson
Luigi -
5/20/15, 4:02 PM
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renojim said...
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Again?
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5/20/15, 4:24 PM
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DougM said...
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Reinventing or restoring?
Think of yourself as a classic car.
After a certain age and mileage, you flaunt your dated design and aim for comfort and reliability.
Make the whippersnappers think "good old days." -
5/20/15, 8:24 PM
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Anonymous said...
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You just enJOY yourself. A regained sense o' humor is a precious thing!
We'll be here.
; >
e~C -
5/21/15, 12:41 PM
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Esteve said...
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Rodger, maybe a relocation to a nice southern state and blog about family and puppies. Since my beloved Florida has gone over the edge, I'm seriously considering a move to escape the craziness.
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5/21/15, 1:47 PM
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poletax said...
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My Dad used to call that 'goofing off'.
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5/22/15, 5:45 AM
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bocopro said...
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As a teenager, I was freakin bee-yootifull. Flat belly, limber back, head of hair, great golf swing, 20-20 vision, able to leap small obstacles at a single bound.
In my mid-20s, I re-engineered myself; became a husband, father, heavy drinker, chain smoker, and serious threat to the nation's cholesterol supply.
As a 40-something, I began to notice stuff beginning to fall -- teeth, hair, pecs, butt -- so I gave up tobacco, cut way back on spirits, and told the Navy I'd had enuf.
Just before hitting 60, my main circ pump developed some sludged-up pipes, so I completely revamped my diet: no pork, no sausage, no eggs, no salt, nuthin fried, no fun.
At setenta y cinco, I finally admitted to myself that I'm not immortal and am headed into the final lap. To quote a well-known voice, "At this point, what DIFFerence does it make!"
So I continue to throw my daily sh-- against the wall, no longer caring if any of it sticks or not. If people don't like it, they know where the "delete" key is.
Long ago I wrote a poem which ended with this quatrain:
It's like my Granddad told me, "Son,
When you have seen your whole life's run
And never pissed off anyone,
You haven't got much said or done."
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5/22/15, 6:49 AM
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Anonymous said...
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Something like Dr Whoo?
--mech -
5/22/15, 12:33 PM
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