Last night, a good friend suddenly and without warning offered a pre-emptive toast to my turning 49 next week. I call him a “good” friend because, until as recently as last night, I considered him a “great” friend. But I honestly can’t remember his name now.
Haha! Just kidding!
We were actually never very close.
Ok, in all seriousness, until his good-natured ribbing about turning 49 (I still can’t stop laughing!), I hadn’t given it much thought. That’s because I don’t really think about myself relative to age.
Relative to the nearest strip of bacon, coffee shop and my wife, sure.
But age?
Not really. Continue reading Turning 49 doesn’t matter much when you don’t act your age anyway
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