Today I turn 47 years old. It’s been turning over in my head since I got up this morning. FORTY-SEVEN.
That seems unfathomable. How did this number sneak up on me so surreptitiously?
When you are young and primed for your life to begin, a number like that can seem a LONG way off. You have dreams and ambitions as wide as the sky… and SURELY you have all the time in the world to make your conquests.
It’s a completely different viewpoint now. Suddenly you realize that there’s a deadline to all of these goals. The finish line seems just as distant, and you’re quickly running out of breath.
Does everyone feel this growing sense of urgency as they get older, or is it just me?