Yes, the Chief has officially reached the seventh decade of his life! I guess, at this point, I’m supposed to feel “old”. But I damn sure don’t! Not really. I mean I can’t eat like I did even twenty-five years ago, and my knees are definitely paying the price from decades of jogging. And I know full well that I now have more years behind me than ahead of me. But I’m still here!
Each decade of life is a major milestone, and I’m very fortunate to make it this far – especially considering I lost a close friend, David, this past April. That came a year after I lost another long-time friend, Paul. Paul was 55, and David was just days away from his 50th birthday.
Therefore, I’m so glad to make it this far. I’m also happy to say I’m at a good place in life – feeling better than I have in years. I just started a full-time job this past August; surprising considering I was 59 and hadn’t been employed like that in well over a decade. My writing is also coming along nicely. I’ll never give up on that!
And I swear – I’ll never get “OLD”! My body will age and eventually give out, of course. But I’ll never let my mind and spirit get old.
Chief Writing Wolf 