… my parents gave to me, life & breath!
Another year older. Two years to medicare.
Told my mom earlier that I used to think that 50 was old and that 60 was even older! Being firmly in my 60s, I don’t field “old”. A little worn about the edges. Like being at the end of an intense project, ready to take a deep breath and relax before moving on to the next intense project. But certainly not older. hmm… oops… is that a grey hair? (or 20 … or 200?)
Anyway. Here’s to another year and more opportunities to improve my mind, body and soul.