In a few days, 8 to be precise,I’ll complete my 50th trip around the sun. So for the next few days, we’ll be into something of a countdown mode, Unless something better to write about comes along.
Where does one start reflecting back on half a century? I don’t have a lot of memories of being a little kid. A few vague things that will pop up once in a while. I’ve written about a few of the things that stand out: The pontoon boat, riding in the railroad locomotive. I can sort of remember learning to swim at the lake, and my first head-first dive off the dock wearing a clunky old collar-style PFD.
I had a few close friends, and not a lot of acquaintances. I’ve not kept track of anyone, really. But nor have they kept up with me.
There are a few from the old town with whom I try to stay in touch. It’s not easy. But in some cases at least, it’s worth it.
So what does one contemplate staring down the maw of a half century? Accomplishments? I’ve had many of those. Failures? Not as many as successes, I don’t think. Regrets? I’ve had a few. But then again … oh never mind. A couple of doozies, though. Is it a time for retrospection, or introspection. Should I look ahead or astern? Or just keep looking forward with an eye in the mirror?
There’s a lot to look forward to, I think. But I’ve also had a good run so far. Way better and way more fortunate than a lot of people. It’s already after 11:00, and I want to hit the bike in the morning, so I’m going to leave it there for tonight, and start on some of the specifics tomorrow. If this is to be a journal, the maybe I shouldn’t look so closely as the stats and just write for the pleasure of it.