I hear the ticking clock on the wall. The days are numbered. For the first time in a long time I feel old. I have gray hairs now that I didn’t have before. The number of my birthdays is larger than I think I am prepared to deal with right now. I will be 50 in less than 2 months. I don’t know why that is bothering me so much. I kinda liked 40. 50 seems so much bigger than that.
Oh well. 59 days of freedom left.
What is the measure of a person?
I’ve been thinking about that because frankly of the whole turning 50 thing. What does a person need to do to be considered good?
Do you need a masterpiece?
Is there a defining moment of and for you as a person? If so what is that moment?
The moment you become a parent?
The moment you choose to help someone else, first?
When is it?
What makes me a person?
What will I become?
Anyway – it’s a jumble today.