65 today.
Can’t believe I’ve made it this far.
If I’d realised that I’d still be alive at this age, I would have done a lot of things differently. Or – maybe not. Or possibly – if I’d had the knowledge that I do nowadays – not to mention belief in myself.
It has taken all this time to achieve even a basic level of confidence that so many others have had much earlier in their lives. Better late than never, I suppose..
If I’m still alive this time next year, then I plan to have achieved a hell of a lot more than I’ve done in the past 10 years. Since I arrived in the States, I seem to have stagnated – although, when I look back, I do see some personal development progress. Just that it has taken so bloody long that sometimes I really do feel that I’m wading through invisible glue..
And I’m not being unduly macabre; have had an abnormal abdominal CT finding and am currently waiting for my UK medics to review to see if it is something serious – or not..
What with my left hip sulking and causing a lot of pain and sleepless nights as a result – all because it wasn’t operated on earlier this year – I really do think this getting older lark sucks…