Tomorrow, I’m fifty.
At forty, I mentioned that I was then half dead. At fifty, I don’t feel like that so much; instead, I feel like I’m at the beginning of the best decade ever.
I feel healthier, even if I might not be. I feel happier, even though I carry a huge sadness. I feel like I have ever bit as much energy since I was in my 20’s or 30’s. Yes, 50 is going to be good to me I think.
If for no other reason than I am going to make my 50’s good to me.
Punch the ticket, the ride is about to start.