What Would the 80-Year-Old Version of Me Say?

And why I’m only concerned with her judgment. No one else’s.

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This question is the challenge to determine what “that one time” will be. It’s the crossroads of grab-life-by-the-balls or not.

I got in my car and drove five hours to California to visit this same friend, driven by not wanting to disappoint the 80-year-old version of me. She has a presence, that one.

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When you are making decisions on what to do with your life, they should never be ruled by your hall closet. That’s not living. That’s nonsense.

If my closet never got cleaned out, what’s it to anyone? Is that going to impact my life? Is there a line of people waiting outside my home to come in and judge me on my closet space. No.

How many stories about “that one time” do I want to have? More than I would have time to tell about in my old age.

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Flaming pinball, nerd, music lover, wine snob, horrible violin player. No, I won’t stop taking pictures of my drinks. vanessaltorre@gmail.com IG: vanessaltorre

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