I give myself another ten.
It's not an extension per se. It's a reevaluation.
30 to get your shit together.
40 to live with your choices. No turning back.
I didn't get my shit together. Shame on me.
There's still time though. Not to do things right, but make things right.
The milk spilled - yes. But that's no reason to empty out the glass.
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