I just turned 62. Am I old now? I remember when 62 meant you had a foot in the grave, or maybe both. The worst thing about being 62 is that 63 will be here in a blink of an eye. Years move faster now, unlike me, and there is nothing anyone can do to slow down the passing of years.
Remember how long it took to go from Kindergarten to eighth grade? EONS!
Four years of high school……eternity!
My twenties took forever….which is good because my twenties were
A W E S O M E !
Soon however, things sped up. My Mother told me that once you have kids, time means nothing, and after that, years just fly by. She was right.
I imagine that we are all traveling on a huge conveyor belt marked with our decades. I have passed the one marked “60”, I hope I will pass up “70” also. Unfortunately, I can’t see the end of my conveyor belt, but maybe that’s good.
Day by Day With My Adrenals 