I woke up today and I’m pretty sure that I could feel my metabolism grinding to a halt. Yes… I am now officially old… over the hill… one foot in the grave… however you want to think of it.
My 30s are behind me. I’ve been trying to make a mental list of all the things that I was supposed to accomplish by today. There’s no Lexus in my front yard. Hell, there’s no front yard. And I’m still sitting here on a night shift, rather than on the front deck of my little place on the lake.
No shortage of dreams… only results…