50, The Best Age

Goodbye 2019! Hello 2020!

In 2020 I’ll turn 60. It seems like I just turned 40 a few weeks ago. When I turned 40, I figured my life was about half over. Let me tell you, that second half goes by a lot quicker than the first half.

It was just the other day when I turned 50, in Tuluum, Mexico

My father died at 79, my grandfather died at 75. I figure 60 is the beginning of my last two decades. If I’m lucky.

But back to the title of this post, I decided that 50 is the best age.

When I was 50, I felt as strong, physically, as I always did, plus, I have a broad life’s experienes. Now, I notice weakening of the body. It was hard carrying those 80 pound bags of concrete, and more than one of the 94 pound bags of cement pushed me to the limit. And I notice that shovelling and pickaxe-ing gets me winded pretty quick. (I’ve been trying to remove the lake of cement left by the construction team.)

Concrete Lake

This isn’t intended to be a morbid post, I’m just telling you that so far, I think 50 is the best age. I don’t want to die, but I’m not afraid to go. I just hope it’s quick, no painful, drawn-out, senile, brain-dead lingering burden of an illness for me.

But I sure am going to miss my wife, more than anything.

My friend, since grade school, turned 60 a few days ago. I called him on the phone and he said “I made it! I made it to 60!” That’s a better attitude than I had, and it gave me a new perspective.

I rekkon these last 20 are going to go fast, and I better enjoy them.

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