I can't believe I'm getting so old.
My eyes, when they are not retouched by an Instagram filter, have wrinkles at the edges. I have, as they say, "a furrow on my brow." And when I leave the hair salon the grays come three weeks after coloring.
Around me the people are dropping like flies. Sometimes literally. People we know from childhood - dead from cancer. People we know only vaguely - dead from a heart attack suffered on the tennis court while on vacation.
Little symptoms here and there, nothing serious, maybe serious. Warnings from the doctor: Take care of yourself now, before problems progress from a whimper to a shout.
"And so are the Days of Our Lives."
The clock is ticking and it's time to start giving back, big time. Help other people and share what I can.
I don't know what day will be my last.
All opinions are my own and do not reflect those of my agency or the federal government. Photo by John Watson via Flickr.