Things are off to a good start. I know there are many years ahead, but I am already feeling a bit stressed about how few years there are ahead. I remember once hearing a dear older friend lament that he no longer had the luxury of time to read a book more than once. There is work to be done and we are not getting any younger. Sometimes I feel like it’s a race to the end and I hope I finish all I need to do before crossing the finish line.
I’m so grateful for such good company all around me, every day, every year. We are all in this together.Went do dinner tonight with these friends who arrived first and told the waitress they would be celebrating my 75th birthday. They prepared her by saying I didn’t look my age at all. Made me smile!