Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Goodbye 45...

No, I'm not talking about Trump, though wouldn't that be good?

Tomorrow I turn 46. It's been a big year for me. Just recently, I've found myself too busy to update this blog. Coming into my twelfth year of blogging next January, though, I'm not ready to let go yet. Hopefully, I never will feel that way.

So, 46, hey? I'm about to be closer to 50 than 40. How on earth did that happen? Ari turns 10 next year, and Bryn went for his high school orientation day yesterday. Time is marching on. I have always said I wouldn't expect my life to begin until I'm 55. Well, that isn't so far off.

Today I'm having my first ever skin check. My cousin died from melanoma last December - he was only 37, I think. I thought it might be a good idea to get my skin looked at. Especially when work is arranging it. I'm a bit apprehensive about the outcome, but hopefully I'll get a good bill of health. I had my hearing tested a couple of months ago (again, through work), and that was 100% okay, it seems I have the sight and hearing of a bat!

If I live to be as old as my great grandmother, then I'm only half way through my life. That is a nice though, I think. Not that I'm afraid of dying, I'm not, I never have been. It would just be nice to see my boys grow up well into adulthood. It would also be cool to experience the '60s - seeing as I missed them the first time around.

So, there you have it. Time marching on and me trying to step to the beat.

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