On Turning 59

Today is my birthday.  Another year gone by.  59 of them in fact.  It feels depressing in that so much time has gone by, seemingly in the blink of an eye.  Yet, it also feels good to know that I’ve made it this far. They say that inside every old man is a young man looking at his body and wondering “what the hell happened?”  I get that feeling sometimes, especially when I see a picture of myself that someone, usually a family member, has taken.  For just an instant, the thought enters my head, “Who is that old man?”  Oh, it’s me.  Bummer. But this is not a blog about feeling sorry for all the good times that have gone by.  This is a blog about being OK with where you are right now – and feeling even better about...