This week, I feel like the column should be called, “It’s all about me,” and “It’s not about me at all.”
Today starts the long, slow crawl to 50, and the previous year and a half has been a stressful time, to say the least.
It has been a time to see what you’re made of, grab the bull by the horns and hold on for the ride.
I’ve always had friends with children a year or two older than our children.
I highly recommend it, because these little nuggets of wisdom can be stored, like a squirrel stores nuts and pulled out when you really need them.
So the same might be true of having a friend that is a few years older than you. Perhaps it will help you see what’s ahead and perhaps at the same time, you don’t want to know.
I had a friend that had already hit the magic age of 50. She had some health problems, but was battling through along the way.
Then unexpectedly, she died in her sleep. Yep, 50 years old and gone overnight.
My heart aches for her husband, because he’s just slightly younger than my husband and his life has been uprooted in a flash.