2015 was a wicked year. Not in a good way. So we’re the seven years preceding it. 

The bottom fell out right before Christmas. A string of unfortunate events made me wake up and take stock. 

This year I turn 50. This year things must change, or I may simply dissolve and disappear. 

I am the only one who can write my future. My future starts now. Fifty! Set! GO!

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