Another book in my reading quest about turning 50. Most of have been inspiring and uplifting. Not this one. I didn't find it particularly funny or even amusing. Well, of course, fifty is NOT the new thirty. Thirty-five, maybe. Perhaps, I didn't like this because it was a little more truthful than the other books. Once you hit this age, in order to stay vibrant and alive, it becomes a battle. Everyday I have to fight the urge to want to work less but get paid more. Who doesn't?
This author insists on having a career after a career. Umm.....why? Not for me actually. I'm looking forward to living in a retirement community filled with vibrant men my age that can play tennis and golf and still wine and dine me.
That's my future. I see it all so clearly now. Even if my glasses are rose colored.
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