Fifty is Nifty

Holy cow, where has the time gone? Growing old is weird. Your skin sags and your hair turns grey and your vision blurs and your joints start to ache. But in your mind, you're the same as you always were, and you think the same thoughts that you did when you were 40, 30, 20, 10.  I've never been big on birthdays, but there is something about this half-century mark that does make people stop and take stock of their life. I have to say, I like where I am, and I like who I am. Here's to everyone, at whatever age, who has finally grown into their own skin and learned to love themselves!