Tomorrow I turn 45. I’ll never lie about my age and I don’t plan to color my hair. I’m letting the grays grow out in honor of the women I know who never had the honor of seeing themselves go gray. I won’t go gentle into that good night, but I will grow old with grace.
But damn, does it bug me to think I’m middle aged. My life is more than half over, and what have I done with it? I don’t have an answer to that. I wish I could say I’ve done more, but I do know I don’t plan to waste the time I have left.
Make it a good one. Someone cares about you.