Then one morning, somewhere around 52, you wake up at 3:47 a.m. to pee for the second time, stub your toe on the nightstand, and realize: I don’t want to be less anymore. I want to be obnoxiously, gloriously, inconveniently more. Here is what nobody tells you about the second half: It is not a decline. It is a rebellion.
So go ahead. Be too much. Be too loud. Be too honest. Be too happy.
Unless you actually backed into someone’s Honda, stop saying it. You are not sorry for having a different opinion. You are not sorry for taking the last piece of cake. You are not sorry for leaving the party at 9:15 because your back hurts and the music is too loud. “No” is a complete sentence. “I don’t want to” is a close second.
— From the editors of 50 Something Magazine. Because you’re not old. You’re experienced.
By Terry McMillan’s fictional best friend (and yours, too)
Because here’s the real truth, darling:
Then one morning, somewhere around 52, you wake up at 3:47 a.m. to pee for the second time, stub your toe on the nightstand, and realize: I don’t want to be less anymore. I want to be obnoxiously, gloriously, inconveniently more. Here is what nobody tells you about the second half: It is not a decline. It is a rebellion.
So go ahead. Be too much. Be too loud. Be too honest. Be too happy.
Unless you actually backed into someone’s Honda, stop saying it. You are not sorry for having a different opinion. You are not sorry for taking the last piece of cake. You are not sorry for leaving the party at 9:15 because your back hurts and the music is too loud. “No” is a complete sentence. “I don’t want to” is a close second.
— From the editors of 50 Something Magazine. Because you’re not old. You’re experienced.
By Terry McMillan’s fictional best friend (and yours, too)
Because here’s the real truth, darling: