Counting my blessings

I was borned 48 years ago today.

The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now. I do not know if the days are dwindling for me or if I will make it to ninety three like my grandmother. Nonetheless at forty-eight I am convinved we must live as if we're immortal.

Am I aging gracefully? All I can say is I am counting my blessings and not my time with a pointless pining for yesterday because I keep telling myself, "The older I get, the luckier I am."

~ You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old. ~ George Burns