There’s good things about changing. Twenty (or so) years ago, when I was desperately trying to quit smoking, I told myself, I am not quitting, I am just pausing until I am 65 (by then, I will be so old it won’t matter – HA). 65 years are about to pass to 66, and really I don’t want to smoke anymore.
I try not to look backward, only forward, and it isn’t easy. I am mad to visit the sea, and would love to go to the Vatican museum. I want to sit in a wood-fired pizza house, sit shoulder-to-shoulder in a Parisian cafĂ©. |
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