Call me the Great Pretender.

I have a long list of stuff to worry about. But for most of my life, I’ve pretty much ignored the list. Recognizing. That it’s better to get on with life. Free of worry. But I’m getting old, relatively speaking. And that’s a bit worrisome. I’ve never been old before.  I’ve dealt well with youthful and middle-age life. But old – well, that’s another ball game. I’m trying to pretend. That 82 isn’t old. That it’s the new middle age. By staying in motion. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Yes. Yes. I want to avoid becoming a realist. Especially in the worst of times, I want to be known as the Great Pretender. --Jim Broede