My 65th birthday came with some astonishing self-revelations. I expected to somehow feel older. And I did. I expected to get Medicare jokes. And I did. But I didn’t expect to discover that I don’t know myself very well. I didn’t expect to begin wondering what makes me do what I do. I wondered about why I make choices, act certain ways, and don’t act in other ways that I think I would. For instance, why do I look at and use my cell phone while I am driving? Distracted drivers… Continue reading 65 and still learning, albeit slowly
65 and still learning, albeit slowly
