In my mind I’ve skipped right past 58. I’m now “nearly 60.” There is no way to spin that positively and the thought keeps coming back to me.
The attached picture arrived via email this afternoon. I’m guessing it’s circa 1985. I still feel like the guy in the photo, but I know I’m not. I’m a full generation older. There is no rewind button on life.
I’m lucky, because I look significantly younger than my age. Even that number is too large!
I’m a little depressed today.