Comedian Larry Miller talks about getting older.
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen. ~Mark Twain
I’m easing into the fact that I’ve surpassed 45 and am approaching 50. (OMG!) Accepting it. Being grateful for it. Breathing through it. Looking past the gray hairs appearing in my eyebrows of all places. Or am I? Why do we (well, some of us) care about how old we are?