Ancient birth certificate of Caroline Ranoia Let’s get something straight: my birth certificate claims I am 67. My joints, my brain, and my overall vibe firmly insist I’m in my late 40s. I’m convinced the math is just wrong. But living in this weird age-warp has given me a front-row seat to a hilarious truth: the possibilities for starting over are entirely endless. Whether you want to launch a business, commit to daily walks, overhaul your diet, or simply curate a life that