The Signs Are There

 Well . . . the signs are there.  I am officially aging.  There is the empty nest this year.  The constant aches and stiffness new this year.  I went to the eye doctor yesterday (first time in over four years).  More signs--the beginnings of cataracts.  But this morning was the kicker--an ad in my junk email for . . . drumroll . . . burial stuff.  Excellent.

Currently, I do not get alarmed about aging ever since it was presented to me this way:  think of how many people you know that do not get this privilege.  So thank you, God, for the crackly joints, bifocals, and even junk email to remind me that I am lucky for each day.  These signs are a great reminder to be thankful and motivation to take care of my health.  My health is my new focus for the next year.  No more excuses to take care of others as a primary--MY health is my primary focus.  Now, to spend an hour googling what do I need to do to slow down cataracts . . .