Turning 62 Hmm… yes, sixty-two. I remember, quite clearly, being ten years old and talking with friends and family about what the world would be like by the time I reached this age. How many of us did that back in the 1970s? I know I did. Back then, sixty-two felt impossibly far away. Adults would tell us, “Don’t wish your life away it’ll get here faster than you think.” Turns out, they weren’t wrong. Not even a little. As of the moment I’m writing this, I’m not technically sixty-two yet that’s still two short months away. And of course, this year isn’t a leap year (LOL), so no bonus day for me. Looking back, fifty of those years seem to have flown by at record speed. At ten, it felt like an eternity. Now? Blink and you miss it. My life took a very different path than the one I imagined and honestly, not the one I wanted either. But here I am. If I can claim any victory at all, it’s this: I’m still here. It’s not ideal, but it’s not entirely bad either. Why This Blog Exists The purpos...