We are all weird. What with our idiosyncrasies. Some of which we are proud of. Others we feel a slave to.
In 2008, at 49, with a 50th birthday more than half a year away, i envisioned a 10-year plan to commence on my 50th birthday: five more years at Disney (for a total of 30), and five years to put a dent in the Universe.
No male on my dad’s side has made it past 60.
This morning i caught myself feeling like i am taking for granted the 3.6 years remaining (until 60).
Important note: Jack Noel lived to be 67. Early onset, rapid-progression Alzheimer’s Disease stole his cognitive abilities by the time he was 60.