On Turning 45

28 Dec

Random – disconnected thoughts on turning 45.

Today I turned 45. It was a slow process. It took me 45 years to get here. It just proves that I have patience.

45 – Half way to 90.

For some reason, the old joke about farting dust comes to mind.

It’s amazing how old one day can feel. 45 seems so much closer to 50 than 44 seemed.

I realize that I’m only as old as I act but seriously – doesn’t 45 just sound old?

You know you’re getting old when you have to look below your glasses to read. Time for an appointment.

In my mind, it goes – 45, 50, 55, 60, 65. Skipping all the years in between.

I just went to the dentist last week. No cavities! Sounds great until it dawned on me that as the years go by, fewer and fewer of my teeth are real.

I only have 20 years to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

According to my high school yearbook, I was supposed to be a millionaire 15 years ago.

At least I can find solace in the fact that I know that there is someone reading this calling me a young pup.