The First of a New Month
Okay, it’s midnight. August has begun. Summer will be over before I know it. The older I get, the faster time flies. I was just thirty years old last year. Next year I’ll be fifty.
I haven’t been blogging much lately. I’ve been feeling self-conscious, but I want to try putting those feelings aside. I’d like to get back to blogging on a daily basis.
My brother was over for a few days. Last night we were up in the attic talking until 3 in the morning. One of the things we talked about is that we’re getting old.
When I turned forty in March, it was like I’d been slapped in the face. I’m not young anymore. Forty years have already passed. I know I’m not really old either, but I feel like I’m at a halfway point. My life might or might not last much longer than this. I might live to my eighties or nineties, or I might live to my fifties or sixties.
One thing is for sure. I already covered about half of my life. I’m not really depressed about it. It’s just an awareness that I’m feeling.
I want to enjoy the things that I’m passionate about, in whatever way I can, to the best of my ability, while I still have time.