I was reminded the other day of the way I felt when I was young. I used to believe that if I hadn't done all the amazing things I was going to do by the time I was 24, I might as well die!
Well as it turns out I am 32, I haven't done anything amazing, and I don't really want to die.
What makes us give ourselves some kind of expiration date? Maybe I will do something amazing when I'm 80.
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I used to believe that being married before 25 was the equivalent of death. By the time I was 24 I was married and had a 3-year-old.
PS - I think you're amazing.
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