Fifties and Flustered

Lord, how I remember feeling this way, Actually I still do sometimes!

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I debated with myself about whether to write on this topic but staying true to my commitment to creating the best life I can for myself, I pushed aside my fear of exposing my personal weaknesses to the world.

So, is it just me or did anyone else feel flustered after turning forty or fifty?

Well, I did.

In my thirties and forties, I could juggle three tasks at a time, now I struggle with managing one. Sometimes it’s a little scary. Especially when words like dementia and Alzheimer’s lurk around the edges of my brain because my mom was diagnosed with dementia after suffering a few strokes.

I kept telling myself that I’ve got to start taking better care of myself. My intention to do this is sincere, but my body and brain doesn’t want to corporate. Instead, my brain takes so long to accomplish a few tasks that the day…

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