⚡ February 8, 2017
The Other Side 🐣
I know a few things at 70, but there is still so much I don’t know. I know I love being alive and experiencing each numbered year, but I don’t know why we are given so few. At most, 120-give-or-take a cake in your face. We all need more time to create.
A few days have elapsed since my earlier attempt to chronicle the shock that turning 70 is having on me. The world on the other side of the TV window is consistently gnarled, no matter which channel or view you try to access. Something is slouching toward Washington, the moral center of our country, and it’s dark. I can feel it, palpably … or is it the number 70 that is so unsettling? 🐔