Today is the first day of the rest of my life. That sounds so cliché.
Today is the first day of the second part of my life. That sounds horrendous!
Who wants to live 120 years?
Today is just another day, another Saturday in a long string of Saturdays I have lived through. Another Saturday in perhaps a future string of Saturdays awaiting me. I hope not too many.
Both my parents lived another 29 years from the point I’m standing in now. 29 years. I think if I was offered another 29 years, I would say, No, thank you.
If I knew I could live what would essentially be the last third of my life as I am now, the physical status I’m in at present, RA and all, I might say yes. Enthusiastically, yes!
But, we can’t know what is to come. There are no guarantees.
And I suppose it’s just as well.
So, I raise my glass in a toast as I blindly go where I have never gone before.
To the future!!
