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When I was three, I had all the questions.

When I was eighteen, I (thought) I had all the answers.

Now that I'm older, I'm back to questions.

Never think you know. Research everything.
 
Feeling very conflicted. I always thought I would buy a duckeycaps keyboard if I won the lotto, but now they have a kittycaps that meows and I feel like having both would be excessive and crass and now I don't know what to do in my imaginary dilemma 😭
 
Something that has occurred to me in things I write: often, which might be closer to almost always, whoever reads my stories is likely to discover that thing just about the same time I do. Not sure that's a great method.
 
I know exactly what you mean and you can always go back and foreshadow things after the fact. You'll probably find, however, that you've been doing that without realising and that is the exact reason why you've ended up drawing the conclusons that you have when you have... If that makes sense? I like to think it does even though it basically makes my, and your, subconscious cleverer than your conscious mind 🙄
 
Good morning! A whole brand new day! What will I do with it?
Whenever any of us said anything like that to my grandmother, and subsequently my mother who inherited it, the reply was: let's blacken our arses and go mad!

Neither, I hasten to add, were prone to coarse language. Just sometimes exceptions had to be made. I was never sure exactly what was meant, but think that was probably the purpose.
 
That'll be great if y'all Baby Boomers leave anything left for posterity. Grumble grumble grumble....

Things were definitely different when we were first starting out. Nowadays, it's nearly impossible for many to get their first home.
 
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