Lately I’ve been thinking about aging, my own mortality… call it a mid-life crisis if you will.

When I look at the calendar and see the years passing by, I know I’m getting older by age – but I still feel the same inside.

Often I’m still that little school girl who gets excited about the little things. When someone at a store calls me ma’am, I’m still startled. Maybe I’m simply in denial. But maybe I still feel young inside.