Senior Moment… at 34

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So this morning I got to thinking about birthdays.

Jace just turned 9 in April. Dafyd is racing towards 11 in June. Where does the time go? “What about me?”, I wondered. What has my life become?

This year I turn 35.

35 years old. What have I seen in my 35 years of life? What have I accomplished? How many people have I made a difference in their lives?

Half way to 70.

More than a third of the way to 100.

How much time do I have left?

Suddenly I just felt the crushing of the few remaining years I might have left.

And then it hit me… Silly Bob, you’re not turning 35 this year, you’re turning 34.

And do you want to know the crazy part? After all of that, I realized that I’m only 32