Today I wrote my first check of 2026. It was unnerving because I just got used to writing 2025 on checks, as if the muscle memory took all year and now the rug is being pulled out from underneath me. The act of writing a check in the first place bubbles up a general fear that I am actually a complete boomer locked in a Xennial body. Can you relate? Middle age brings both a sense of some dread and IDGAF (flip! Read: flip). I literally can't peruse a restaurant menu anymore wi

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