I woke up yesterday and realized that my age rounds to fifty. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been aware of this for quite some time. I have actually gone to great lengths to and taken great pleasure in reminding my brother of this fact.
However, I somehow thought it would feel different. I can’t exactly put my finger on just how I thought being closer to fifty than to forty was supposed to make me feel, I guess I just didn’t feel very enlightened. Whatever that means.
So far life closer to 50 is not all that much different than life closer to 40, with the possible exception of my hair.
I’m 45 and my hair is the longest it has ever been in my entire life. I don’t know why I decided to grow my hair long…I just did.
So in a nutshell, that’s what is happening in this old man’s life.
As for the hair, I’ll keep you posted. I may even tack some before and after pictures.
Wouldn’t that be kooky!
