Let’s not get too excited, but I’m feeling pretty cocky at the moment. At 77, I’m continuing to figure out all this aging stuff.
First off, it hasn’t been easy physically. A widowmaker heart attack, three back surgeries and two hip replacements are not what a fellow dreams of, but I’m still standing.
Professionally, retirement after a great ride as an owner of several companies has not been a smooth transition. I’m no longer the boss. Of anything. And everyone knows that.
And a good number of my special friends have died on me. I miss them so much.
Yet, here’s the good part:
I feel a sense of peace that has escaped me in the past. I have forgiven myself and others for past indiscretions.
I’ve figured out that humility is an awesome gift. I owe every good thing that has happened to me to others whose wisdom and kindness cleared my pathway.
My tank is full of love.
How about you?