I’m at that age where my mind still thinks I’m 29, my humor suggests I’m 12, while my body mostly keeps asking if I’m sure I’m not dead yet.
I received this text a few days ago from up north. I have to say that it does resonate with me because I’ll hit 60 this month (not really that old) but it’s not fair. How can I be 20 in my head, yet the body says oh hell no! This photo is three years old, the gal is a high school buddy’s daughter at my daughter’s wedding reception.
No Spring Chicken here!
We are very similar in age John. A great photo. wishing you good health and many more birthdays ahead.
I agree, age is only a number, John. What is in our hearts is what we project to others.
Good comment, Lavinia! 🥰
You buddy’s daughter is adorable. You can pass for 29 if that’s how you feel about. Another friend who lives in Las Vegas says he’s always 27. For me I am what a am.
Always 27, I like him! Twenty days will see me move to another decade. Nicole is a really nice gal, she and my daughter have been friends for a long time, yet I knew nothing about her until my daughter’s wedding reception. It’s a small world isn’t it! The last time I saw Nicole, she was a baby in a high chair!
There is something really wrong in this system, because the text you got is so true. I just can’t understand how I can be this old, because my mind tells me I am still young.
Very complicated situation.
It’s almost cruel, isn’t it? Life loves to throw curve balls at us all. 😳😒
True, it is cruel,for us with young and curious mind.
Age is carried in the heart, the other is just one more number, John😉👏
I love your comment, thank you!! 🥰
You’re welcome john😉😘🤗✨
I am sorry for not commenting on your posts, I can’t read it but the videos and music are nice. ❤️
Nothing happens, when you want me to translate any of my poems you just have to tell me😉☺
OK, thanks! ❤️
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