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      <title>2019: The Year of Living Intentionally</title>
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&lt;p&gt;If I had to boil down the essence of the year of &lt;em&gt;being thirty eight&lt;/em&gt; into one word, it would be &lt;em&gt;coasting&lt;/em&gt;. It felt like I lurched from one crisis to the other, my actions driven more by the need to fight whatever fire glowed brightest than any form of plan or structure. As I stand here on the cusp of turning forty, I feel like something needs to change significantly - a fool at forty is a fool forever they say. That, and that t &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/tag/the-s-files/&#34;&gt;here is someone&lt;/a&gt; who is significantly affected by my actions only makes it more imperative that I get my SH*T together soon.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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