At 55 life let me know all the ways it was angry with me. I’ve always been active and mindful of diet and excercise,mixed in between slacking off in favor of convenience. I was starting to get back on track with walking,stretching and getting in better shape and BAM……I broke my foot stepping on a rock. For all those times I,you,we just don’t feel like it I say boy I wish I could. Arthritis sets in and we fill stiff. Old patterns of thinking feel stiff. 55 must be the age to regain flexibility physically and mentally to live out a life of choices and fun before those choices are taken away from us.
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