Today I am 47 years old. That does not pain me in the slightest to say that. I’m not one to get hung up on age – I’m a firm believer that your age does not define you. I didn’t freak out when I turned 30, and I didn’t freak out when I turned 40. I doubt I will freak out when I turn 50.
I will freak out when I turn 67 because that means I can finally turn in my notice of retirement and spend the rest of my life relaxing Monday through Friday.