So, guess what? I’m 42 today.
Did you ever think about what you expected your life to be like when you were a certain age? You know, what you envisioned your life to turn out to be?
I used to do that. I would think about what sort of family I would have, where I would live, and what I would do for a living. I would even wonder if I would have any pets.
The sad thing is that I used to consider a person in their 40’s to be OLD. Middle aged, washed up, thinking about retirement, gray, slowing down, Geritol.
Ironically, I’m too busy living my middle aged life to think about my age or worry about what I’ll be doing in the future. That’s not to say that I don’t ever think about what I’m going to do when I grow up, I just don’t get time to contemplate it for too long. Plus, I don’t ever feel middle aged (isn’t that a depressing term?) unless I don’t get enough sleep.
So, here’s to *at least* 42 more years. Maybe I’ll be able to do math by that time…