It's bewildering to be barreling toward middle age when you don't feel like a middle-ager. This summer, my birthday will put me smack dab in the center of middle age...that is if I live to be 90. It's sobering to realize that I probably have more years of living under my belt than are ahead of me.
I look in the mirror and see how the aging process has sped up. Just a few short years ago, people would mistake me for being in my 20's. No one in their right mind would make that mistake now. I used to get called Miss, now it's exclusively ma'am.
Growing old is a blessing, but it sure doesn't feel like it whenRead More