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&rsquo;s hard not to reflect on what brought me happiness on the path leading here. It certainly wasn&rsquo;t money or prestige. It wasn&rsquo;t material goods. It wasn&rsquo;t degrees, awards, or trophies. It was other things, everyday things.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/crows-feet/the-dawn-of-my-second-childhood-14f7f44e4ad2"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>