Hello, stranger. I feel like I might have known you before, but it was probably just a dream.
The worn-out soles of shoes. The tri-blend cotton blouse in this season’s hottest shade of faded coconut, as declared by the fashion magazine you have rolled up in your back pocket.
The all-too familiar stamps of stress exhaustion: the lines and circles around those eyes that once held the fires of optimism.
But what is it exactly we’re afraid of anyway? Of life continuing to march on?
Now, that is a pointless fear. Life’s march is inevitable, regardless of your preparation. In spite of your 401(k). Life is not impressed by the length of your resume.
It does want to spoil your grandchildren rotten.
Better to get your ducks in a row now, before years of evolution prevent you from even recognizing them as birds.
Better to make the most out of your free will, while you still have the will to be free.