Take something old and make it look new.
I preface all my decisions, thoughts, conversations, ideas with I am an old woman. My children say, why does it matter and I try to explain, but they never truly understand. It does matter. I am an old woman. My knees creak when I sit. My hands swell when I eat salt. My breath is no longer fresh. I am decomposing and if I am not careful I fall when I walk. I am an old woman and the only thing that’s missing in my life is a fast forward button.
P.S. I love this video.
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