Let’s be honest here

 

Well, it’s the morning after the 22nd annual celebration of my 50th birthday.

 

Yesterday was a day of, “How does it feel to be 72?” delivered in the same condescending tone that I heard when it was, “…how does it feel to be teenager now?”

 

Same answer: how the hell should I know?

 

Yesterday I became old. Yep, it happened, I had to face it and the face says it all…old. Along with becoming old is an overwhelming sense of responsibility to share the knowledge and related fears with the boss.

 

‘Hon, its just a number but it just kinda scares me; but, all that aside, I will still be doing my woodworking and I will grow the business…I’m gonna be a little more flamboyant, playful. I’m gonna die and there is just no time left to be serious; so you know I haven’t gone crazy, crazier.’

 

Later we got into the reality of things. “You are going to continue working for a while yet?” “Until the wood stops telling me what it wants to be…when that happens; its just a job.”

Its the day after that conversation and I can only say, Its a great day to be alive.

 

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