The Dawn of My Second Childhood
<p>There is something remarkable about turning 65. Sometimes it appears before me like a threshold to a new era. Other times it looks more like a portal to a new dimension. Still other times it resembles a black hole leading to who-knows-where.</p>
<p>In a few short weeks, I will be crossing that threshold, moving through that portal, and diving head-first into that black hole. Regardless of how it appears to me on that day, I do know this. I will be doing it eating an ice cream cake.</p>
<p>As I stumble and fumble my way into this new part of my life, it’s hard not to reflect on what brought me happiness on the path leading here. It certainly wasn’t money or prestige. It wasn’t material goods. It wasn’t degrees, awards, or trophies. It was other things, everyday things.</p>
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