My twin pointed out it is 100 days until we turn 100. Wowie. She also talked about making them count rather than counting down. I like that idea, but I also want to embrace whatever is coming after. I'm trying to get more ease and pleasure and control and surrender and mastery and simplicity and personal growth and whatnot as I creep into my dotage. You know, the usual. What about you guys? Samesies? Right on.
It's a little surreal to realize my 40's are really in the home stretch and I have this whole new gig coming up. But I'm kind of digging it. Like others, I've got a bit of a job to fathom myself turning 50. I feel like I've cheated the aging system a little with a neat, unconventional wife and life that has let me keep playing. Perhaps this is how everyone at this juncture feels. Perhaps I'm just mid-century modern. :)
P.S. I'm definitely planning to pack in some fun experiences, celebrations, and trips to mark this year, since I'm not buying any new stuff. Working on the details.