Today the calendar says I am 63 years old. When I was younger, I never pictured myself doing what I am doing at this age. If you told me when I was still teaching that when I retired I'd be working full time managing a health club and training people, I would never have believed . . . → Read More: The Best Birthday Message
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Today when I woke up I was 62. Going about my morning routine, having a great workout and starting my workday made me very thankful that at 62 I am alive, healthy and have a big life. This past winter, just before the blizzard, I slipped on black ice on my porch and thought it . . . → Read More: Simple Gratitude 
Birthdays, as birthdays go for most people, are not something we like to discuss unless you’re in grade school or about to be able to get a driver’s license or be allowed to drink legally. After that birthdays are not well-received. The first feared birthday is the 30th one. This one leaves childhood far behind . . . → Read More: A Bucket For My Birthday Currently I’m reading Return To Sullivan’s Island (Lowcountry Tales) by Dorothea Benton Frank. Her writing is not as deep and heart touching as Kristin Hannah, but the books flow with a great storyline. Last night I came across two thoughts that, today, on the morning of my sixtieth birthday, intersected. One was that two days . . . → Read More: ‘Rounding The Bend |
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