My guy and I were sitting on the wall down at Bretton Point in Newport, RI today, gorgeous day out on the bike, sitting and watching the kites flying against the brilliant blue sky, the sunlight shimmering over the ocean.
We did the math and figured that at 45 years old, if I live till I'm 90, I've got a little over 2300 weekends left to make the most of.....not that I don't do my best to make the most of every day, but that pesky job seems to get in the way of what I really consider to be my "life."
What's that saying that somebody said, I think I've seen it posted here as well...."Get busy living or get busy dying."
