Yes, it’s the eve of the 28th anniversary of my 21st birthday or what others may claim as the age of 49.
Doesn’t matter how often I type it, write it, say it out loud, I’m having trouble believing I’m going to be 49 years old on March 2nd. That in another 364 days, I will turn 50. Fifty…half a decade. Where did the time go? As young teens, do you recall telling your parents how you wished you were older, so you could run your own house the way you desired, and not live under the strict rules your parent set for you? Of course, their reply would always lead to…”don’t wish your life away.” Pfft – yeah, what did they know any way? Continue reading