When You Think You Know Yourself, but You’re Wrong
I know myself pretty well by now. I’ve had seven decades to work on the case, and I’m not exactly known for leaving a question alone. I know what matters to me. What gives me energy. What drains it. What I want more of. And what I have absolutely no intention of putting up with again. At seventy, I’ve accumulated a fair amount of information. Preferences. Patterns. Opinions. A fairly detailed…
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