Am I Really 50?

Admit it.

If you were like me when you were younger, if you thought about age at all, you thought about how old your parents seemed. They would come home from work and complain about how their feet ached. How tired they were. How they didn’t want to go to work the next day. There was no hint that they ever felt “good” or “okay” except on very rare occasions. This made me quite sure that I did not want to be like them.

…and here I am, 50 years old. I am 20 years older than my parents were when I thought they were ancient (mom and dad please forgive the 12 year old me).

It didn’t sneak up on me. I went through the realization that I was not immortal back in my early thirties. I have had nearly two decades to process that. What I am realizing now is how little time I have left to do all of things I want to do. This blog will hopefully be a way for me to document my attempt to do as many of those things as possible.