I’m 47 years old. Until last week I was feeling a little sorry for myself about that. It’s so close to 50 and so far away from 25. In fact, when my thyroid was off a few months ago I honestly thought I was just feeling my age. No energy? Well, I’m 47. What do you expect?
Like I said, until last week I thought 47 sounded really old. Then one of my high school classmates died in his sleep. Brian died at 47. Doesn’t that sound shockingly young? He had hobbies, a job, a wife, two kids and so many good years left.
47 doesn’t sound so bad now. I’ve got places to go and things to do. And I’m going to enjoy the ride!