At the gym, I put my hair into a sporty pony tail, changed into an old t-shirt from an alleycat and some PRO looking running shorts, put my headphones in and stepped out... in my pilly black ankle socks and some scraggly old flats.

I forgot my tennis shoes and extra socks today. Also, when I stopped at the gas station, I may have bought myself some gas station nachos for lunch. You'll never take me alive, adulthood!
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Hanging onto childhood is a skill. Too little and you have failed, too much and you get into trouble.
Find the balance and you will be happy.
And trust me.... being 50 with grandkids... it does not get easier.
But I think Im successful so far....
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