When I look back, I don’t see myself disliked for the wrong reasons. I see myself disliked for the right reasons, and that is one of the gifts of growing older. The opinions of other people, whether insightful or muzzy, I don’t care about as much as I used to. You know how a wave changes shape as it moves toward shore? There is no longer a get…
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