Birthday

65

I'm 65. Geeze!

This one's a toughy.
I don't know why.
I don't feel old, don't look old. But something about this birthday, this age, is wearing me down.

I'm depressed by this. Like, spontaneous tears depressed. Like, curl up in a hole and hide, depressed.

And I don't know why!
And that makes it worse.

Because I can't fix it!

I know 65 is just a number and doesn't reflect the real me. I've got a beautiful wife, great kids (including a fantastic stepson), food,
drink, friends. So, I should be happy.

But this birthday is killing me.

I know I'll be ok once this passes. I'll survive and carry on, living my life joyfully.

But right now.....