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Unless you actually backed into someone’s Honda, stop saying it. You are not sorry for having a different opinion. You are not sorry for taking the last piece of cake. You are not sorry for leaving the party at 9:15 because your back hurts and the music is too loud. “No” is a complete sentence. “I don’t want to” is a close second.

This next act doesn’t require a costume. It requires a megaphone and a very low tolerance for nonsense. 50 something mag

Then one morning, somewhere around 52, you wake up at 3:47 a.m. to pee for the second time, stub your toe on the nightstand, and realize: I don’t want to be less anymore. I want to be obnoxiously, gloriously, inconveniently more. Here is what nobody tells you about the second half: It is not a decline. It is a rebellion. Unless you actually backed into someone’s Honda, stop

I should exercise more. I should call that person back. I should want a promotion. Should is a four-letter word invented by people who sell planners. This decade is for want and won’t . I want to read on the couch for three hours. I won’t feel guilty about it. Try it. It’s terrifying for the first ten minutes. Then it’s heaven. You are not sorry for leaving the party

I stopped dyeing my hair last spring. Not because I suddenly “embraced my inner silver fox” (barf), but because I ran out of f*cks the same week I ran out of root touch-up. My stylist asked if I was sure. I said, “Watch this.” And then I went to brunch. Nobody died. In fact, a 28-year-old told me I looked “powerful.” I wanted to hug her and also ask if she knew where I left my reading glasses.

So go ahead. Be too much. Be too loud. Be too honest. Be too happy.

— From the editors of 50 Something Magazine. Because you’re not old. You’re experienced.