I’m 56 years old today. That’s a fact. Now here’s my opinion: People are pretty much like cars. Even if you perform the recommended maintenance and keep them looking good, the mileage keeps adding up.
This week we ran smack into yet another transition, one that requires a significant detour on our journey together. Nothing like adversity to redefine what’s important and what’s not. For some inexplicable reason, we’re not down, we’re not angry. Instead, a sweet surge of joy has gently swept us into a tranquil place where we are living now, in the present. It’s crazy, but we are happy.
Not bad for a couple of high-mileage models, huh?