Am I the only one who still feels nineteen in her head? No matter what the mirror shows me, my mind’s eye has a totally different vision going on. It’s quite rude, I think, for the mirror to disagree so vehemently. What’s up with that?

I remember wondering at several points in my life just exactly what the next decade will hold for me, and if I should actually be seriously considering life insurance quotes. It’s getting to that point, as I figure if I’m extremely lucky I may have conceivably 20-30 years left on this planet.

That may seem like a lot, right? Until you look back and realize just how fast those first 20-30 went and how much has happened since then. Jeez, just take a look at the past 16 months…wow. It seems both a lot longer and a lot shorter, you know? So, what’s next?

Part of the “fun” *insert level of sarcasm here, depending on local ordinances, personal tolerance, and advice from your chiropractor* is not knowing, right? Except some people don’t really like suspense. I know I don’t. Suspense just makes me crazy, makes me nervous, makes me worry…I don’t watch suspense movies anymore for that very reason. If I’m dragged to one or forced to watch something in that genre, I usually put my hands over my eyes and peek through my fingers. I often walk into the other room during competitive-type stuff when it gets really intense and I can’t take the NOT KNOWING WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN! Will they win or lose? Who will get there first? WHY DO I CARE?

And yet, I love the Winter Olympics. Go figure.

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Wasn’t that some tangent? Bet you never expected to end up there. Heh.

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Well, anyway. What’s in the future? At my age, I have no more idea than the nineteen year-old did way back when. Some things never change.