The age I am today, sixty-eight is my favorite age. Last year my
favorite age was sixty-seven. When I was sixteen, my favorite age was sixteen. That
isn’t to say, I haven’t had a year that was particularly good or particularly
rough. One of the best times of my life was my pregnancy with Megan and her
birth. Being her mom has helped the years to go quickly.
Age has never been an issue, though. I have anticipated certain ages
over the years. I was excited when I turned sixteen because I could get my driver’s
license. At eighteen I could vote, which I thought was a huge privilege (it still
is exciting). At twenty-one I could have a beverage with alcohol. At twenty-five
I could rent a car for work without my bosses’ signature and my car insurance
rates went down.
I was looking forward to seventy as that was the year I planned to retire
from the workforce. Instead, I moved retirement up to sixty-six and a half
years. I still look forward to seventy, as well as eighty and ninety. I will be
thankful to make it to each of those ages! Meanwhile, I will continue to
embrace each day as it arrives and feel grateful for my good health, good
friends, and family.
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