I just turned 62. Sixty was the daunting birthday for me, and I now consider myself officially not young. I work and play harder than ever while feeling the responsibility of helping my children and parents. The context changes but not the love (and worry).
I just turned 62. Sixty was the daunting birthday for me, and I now consider myself officially not young. I work and play harder than ever while feeling the responsibility of helping my children and parents. The context changes but not the love (and worry).
I just turned 62. Sixty was the daunting birthday for me, and I now consider myself officially not young. I work and play harder than ever while feeling the responsibility of helping my children and parents. The context changes but not the love (and worry).