In less than a month, I will turn 50 years of age.
This fact is increasingly capturing my attention.
49 years old is still - well - plausibly deniable.
50 is real.
50 is a mark. 50 is a clear signal that we do not have forever to accomplish it all. 50 is the beginning of the third quarter with the increased awareness that the clock is still running.
So I'm starting to think about it. Where have I been? What did all that mean? Where do I want to go? I'm still healthy and strong and expect to be so for a while yet. But that horizon that seemed so far away when I was 20 years old and starting my first real job of my adult life is a lot more closer now. Choices made increasingly can no longer be undone and still more choices lie before me. There are possibilities - dreams if you will - that need to be evaluated and perhaps released or perhaps retained for a little while longer.
I'm turning 50 in less than a month.
