I have a very clear vision of myself as an eighty-year-old. It’s actually my favorite vision of myself. I’m walking slowly on a beach, and I have the most beautiful gray hair. It’s long and curly, pulled back in a ponytail. I’m wearing loose, flowy clothing, no shoes, a couple dogs gleefully running up ahead. I’m just doing my daily walk, heading back to my tiny purple cottage. I’m so full of peace and power and calm. I always think: What do I have to do today to get closer to becoming that badass peaceful woman in the flowy robe walking barefoot on the beach? What would she tell me to do
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