What now?

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Starting over... but not, at 57. I could see this at 75, but 57 is wrong. It's like starting over, but I've already done all the important shit...

  • Get a degree: check
  • Find my soul mate: check
  • Marry my soulmate: check
  • Buy a home: check
  • Have beautiful children with soulmate: check
  • Plan for retirement with soulmate: in progress
  • Pay off mortgage: check
Then... you died...

Now, I have a house, two daughters, two dogs... and no you.

What now?

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