I have 4 drafts sitting waiting to be completed, but it turns out, on closer inspection, that they're all variations on what F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote for Benjamin Button, so much better than I could ever hope to: For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people who have a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
So, since Mr. Fitzgerald beat me to the punch oh so long before I started, I will return to pondering my navel, leave you to live a life you're proud of, and come back when I have something new to say.
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