1 min readApr 14, 2019
I remember being 50 and thinking I had my shit together. I ran long distances. I meditated. I was WELL, and I was full of physical energy.
And I told myself that I was WELL because I was doing everything right. I thought I had found the fountain of youth.
My body had a few surprises in store for me.
No, getting older ain’t for sissies.