A friend told me about someone they know who almost died and they started counting their birthdays over again from that point. I guess that makes me three years old.
Officially, however, I am 50 years old today.
Emotionally, well, let’s just leave that one alone.
I think there’s some hill or something that I’m supposed to be worried about. If I’m over it, then all the uphill, hard part is over so it should be easy from here on in. And if I’m not over it, the top should be in sight, or I’m standing on it. Whichever one it is it seems to be a pretty good spot to be in.
At least that’s my position and I’m sticking to it.
