I’m 47 years old. Until last week I was feeling a little sorry for myself about that.  It’s so close to 50 and so far away from 25.  In fact, when my thyroid was off a few months ago I honestly thought I was just feeling my age. No energy?  Well, I’m 47.  What do you expect?

Like I said, until last week I thought 47 sounded really old.  Then one of my high school classmates died in his sleep.  Brian died at 47.  Doesn’t that sound shockingly young?  He had hobbies, a job, a wife, two kids and so many good years left.

47 doesn’t sound so bad now.  I’ve got places to go and things to do.  And I’m going to enjoy the ride!