One month to go. Thirty-one days from today. That’s when I join the club. The 70 Club. It’s not too difficult to become a member. You only have to stick around long enough. It’s not a great club. But, once you’re in it there’s only one way to lose your membership. I’m not ready for that, so The 70 Club here I come.

Since the start of 2022, I have been dreading the upcoming day. But, as we get closer to it, it doesn’t seem to be that bad. I guess I’ve made peace with it. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen many of my former high school and college classmates become club members. They seem to be accepting if not exactly jazzed about it. But again, what choice do they actually have, right?

Maybe as we get closer to June 11, 2022, I’ll feel differently. I’m sure there will be some apprehension. But I doubt I’ll be doing what I did on my fortieth birthday, which was hiding out all day in my bedroom…although I reserve the right to do that. However, it’s more likely the day will be spent in celebration. There also will be plenty of gratitude because so many didn’t get the chance to reach this milestone. They didn’t get the opportunity to join the club.

And so let the countdown begin. 31….30…29…28.. Hey!! Can’t we slow this down just a bit?

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